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"Hi babygirl, where's daddy?" Leo overheard Jonah ask JD and he would've smiled and held the phrase over his boyfriend's head forever, wasn't it for the fact he was feeling absolutely wretched.

There was more rustling around and Leo could just picture him, stripping down the coat now that the weather was getting ugly again, kissing JD's head even though he denied that he did that, checking her food and water bowl… Walking in the bedroom, "Leo?"

"Here," he croaked from the bathroom and heard Jonah's steps, before the door was pushed. He hadn't had the time to properly shut it when bolting to the bathroom and had only kicked it ajar so JD wouldn't get in.

Leo could only imagine what a pitiful image he was, still in his tux, draped on the ground and gagging fruitlessly over the toilet.

"What the hell?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, stopping at the door. It wasn't fair that Leo was feeling like a pathetic mess and Jonah looked like he was auditioning as the romantic lead of a hospital drama.

"Hi," Leo groaned, resting his cheek on the toilet seat, hygiene be damned. Jonah frowned, moving closer and crouching down.

"What the hell happened?" his soft hands came to cup Leo's cheeks and he could've cried from the relief they brought against his clammy skin.

"Uhm…" He leaned on his boyfriend's touch, "we had a party…-" Leo groaned, moving his head so he could burp wetly over the toilet. He coughed and spat, taking a second before continuing, "at the office… I don't think the cake was right."

"Amazing," Jonah said, distaste dripping from his voice. He planted a hand on Leo's back, rubbing it up and down and forcing up a small burp, "have you been here for long?"

"Started feeling sick as soon as I left…" Leo answered, his stomach was long empty, but still churning, "threw up- Threw up in the parking lot."

He heard Jonah let out a huff, then he started tugging on Leo's tux jacket, stripping it down. Leo let out a groan, now having nothing to do with how queasy he felt and everything with how gross he felt.

He had sweat through his button up and there was the start of a pizza sweat stain under his arm on the jacket, let alone the shirt. He had managed to dab the puke off his tie, but it was wet and disgusting all the same.

"I look horrible," he whined and Jon let out a chuckle, pushing the jacket fully off and balling it up, throwing it under the sink.

"You've seen better days," he said diplomatically and Leo glared at him, before his stomach cramped again and he was forced to turn his attention away. He planted a hand over the upset organ, pressing it in with a grimace.

"I'm going to fucking sue Sandra," he said darkly and Jonah grinned, grabbing his arms and pulling Leo up easily. The blonde stumbled when the sudden change of position made his head spin, collapsing to the left and against Jon's chest, causing him to let out a surprised gasp.

"Are you sure it's just bad food?" he asked, hand once again coming to cup Leo's forehead and the other man nodded, stumbling to the sink and leaning over it with a sigh.

"Yeah, I was… Feeling fine before-" the memory of the birthday cake had his mouth salivating all over again and Leo let out a moan, grabbing on the sink with one hand, while pushing himself to lean over the toilet and gag.

His stomach was long empty, half of it painting the parking lot, half of it in the toilet, but that didn't stop Leo from gagging for another five minutes, until Jonah grabbed his shoulder and forced him to straighten up, fanning his face.

"You're empty, Leo," Jonah said, pushing him back towards the sink and opening the faucet, splashing some cool water on his face, "deep breaths, baby."

He obeyed, filling his mouth up with water and swishing it around before spitting the terrible sweet taste. Leo glared at his reflection, he was already a pale guy, but now he looked damn near translucent. Jonah caught his eyes on the mirror and Leo let out a scoff, letting his head hang.

"Go away," he groaned, "I can't even look at you."

"You're being ridiculous," Jonah grinned, far too amused for Leo's taste. However, he did get out of the bathroom, causing the blonde to pout and let out a whine. He didn't mean it when he asked Jon to go away.

"Jon...?" Leo stumbled out, exhausted. He fell on the bed with a heavy sigh and attempted to undo his tie, before giving up and falling on his back on the soft mattress, pressing his forearm to his eyes to block the yellow overhead light.

His stomach was still rumbling, loudly, and Leo swallowed the acid back down. He felt like everything he had ever eaten was trying to come up.

"Here," Jonah said softly and then Leo realized he had turned off the lights and opened their balcony's glass door, since the orange haze disappeared and a breeze entered the room, "drink this."

"No," Leo scrunched up his face, rolling on his side and gagging when the change of positions made more acid splash on his throat. He swallowed it back, wrapping his arms around his stomach. It was bloated and pressing painfully against his social paints, his belt digging into it, the sweaty shirt annoyingly scratching it.

"Don't be a prick," the bed moved as Jonah sat on the edge and grabbed his bicep, rolling Leo slightly so he could look him in the face, "this will help."

"I'm just gonna hurl it up," Leo gulped down, nervously looking at the tiny measuring cup Jon was holding, filled with bright pink liquid.

"Well, if you don't take the medicine the chances of you hurling increase regardless, it's a no win situation," Jonah rolled his eyes and Leo glared at him, not one bit amused by the way his boyfriend's lips were curling in an entertained smile.

"Do you like seeing me suffer?" he scoffed, forcing himself to sit up and promptly pitching to the side, to avoid letting out a sick belch right on Jonah's face. When he straightened up, Jon's amused smile had diminished.

"No, I really don't," Jonah pushed the cup in his hand, "but you're being cute, so I can't help it."

"Cute?" Leo made a face as he swallowed the thick viscous liquid in one gulp, stomach revolting immediately. He clamped a hand over his lips, spine rolling with queasiness and gagged, the pepto rocketing up, before he managed to swallow it back down. When he managed to open his eyes again, there were little tears clinging to his lashes and Jonah had jumped from his spot, to avoid being puked on.

"Please, don't puke on the bed," Jonah said and Leo nodded, gulping down again.

"I'm fine," he said, his voice deep and breathless.

Jonah raised a skeptical brow, causing Leo to sigh, wiping the sweat off his upper lip.

"Really, I'm ok. I'm not gonna puke... For now, I guess."

Jon tsked under his breath, moving closer and eyeing him up and down, "you're disgusting," he said and when Leo recoiled in shock and hurt, he quickly added, "the sweat, I meant the sweat, not you!"

"Uhm," Leo squinted at him, not one bit reassured, "don't be a dick, I feel really horrible, Jon..."

"I know," Jonah's voice softened up, "I know, baby, I'm not trying to be a dick. You need to get out of these clothes, wash the sweat away. I promise you'll feel better..."

He didn't want to be a baby, but Leo was feeling really nauseous and he wanted to be cooed and cared for. He leaned forward, forehead meeting Jonah's shoulder and let out a groan, his eyes stinging when tears sprung up, his stomach sloshing uncomfortably and forcing up a hiccup.

"I don't wanna be disgusting..."

"I didn't mean it like that, love," Jonah sighed, rubbing his back, sweat be damned, "I'm sorry."

All he got as an answer was Leo sniffling, his stomach groaning loud enough that Jon could hear it.

"C'mere," he made the executive decision of getting Leo in a shower, "come oooon," Jonah wrapped an arm around his back, forcing his boyfriend to move, heart squeezing when he saw how red Leo's eyes were. He hated the idea it was his damn comment that was making him cry.

Jonah dragged Leo back to the bathroom, turning on the shower, one arm still wrapped around the other man. He turned around while the water heated up, undoing Leo's tie and busying himself unbuttoning his shirt, avoiding his boyfriend's sad gaze. He was already feeling guilty enough.

"Uhmm, don't do that..." Leo mumbled, once Jonah's hands dropped to his pants, unbuckling his belt. Jon felt, since his knuckles were pressed to Leo's now naked stomach, a sickening growl rumble through the blonde's belly.

"Leo?"

Leo squeezed his eyes shut, breathing shallowly, before he whipped around, throwing the toilet lid up with all force and heaving. Jonah cringed, muffling a gag of his own as he saw the vomit hitting the water, pink and brown.

He moved closer, planting a hand on Leo's shoulder and squeezing it, but didn't crouch down. The bathroom smelt sweet and Jonah gulped down his lunch when it tried crawling up his throat.

Leo let out a moan, snaking an arm around his belly and spitting the thick saliva clinging to his bottom lip, "how the fuck am I not empty yet...?"

Jonah grimaced, keeping his eyes fixed on the falling water of the shower, "done?"

Instead of an answer, he heard another sick hiccup and Leo gagging, more liquid hitting the water. Jonah swallowed convulsively. He really didn't want to puke when he was supposed to be comforting his boyfriend... His stomach turned as he felt Leo's shoulders shake with yet another productive heave.

"I'm sorry," Jon said hurriedly, letting go off him and rushing out of the bathroom. He stumbled into the bedroom, planting his hands to his knees as he folded in half with a heave. It didn't bring up anything - thankfully, Leo would never stop giving him shit if he had left the bathroom just to throw up in their bedroom -, but made his eyes sting.

Behind him, he heard the toilet flushing and then Leo's pitiful voice as he croaked, "Jon...?"

"I'm here, sorry," Jonah forced his stomach to stay put, taking a deep breath and walking back in. Leo had closed the toilet and stripped down his pants. He was sitting on the now closed toilet with one arm wrapped around his stomach, other elbow planted on his knee and hand cradling his head.

"Sorry," he groaned when Jon walked in, "didn't mean to make you sick..."

"You didn't," Jonah grabbed his bicep, "shower now, I promise you'll feel better..."

With some effort he managed to manhandle Leo inside the shower box, the blonde collapsing against the opposite wall and letting out a relieved groan as the water washed up the sweat.

Jonah was about to breath out in relief himself when Leo blinked dizzily, his hand darting out to grab on the wall.

"Jon..." he swayed on the spot and Jonah stepped forward before he could think better of it, groaning when he realized a second too late that in his hurry to stop Leo from faceplanting the ground he had stepped right under the stream. The hot water soaked through his henley and his pants.

"Leo, hey... Are you with me?"

"Yeah," Leo nodded, breathing through his mouth, "just got up too fast..." he planted his forehead to the glass that was already fogging up, "I need to sit down, my stomach is cramping like crazy."

"Okay, love, let me just-" Jonah wasn't sure of what to do first, but eventually he managed to get Leo sitting in the still empty bathtub, turning on the water to fill it up while he stripped of his now drenched clothes.

Leo leaned forward, hugging his knees to his chest, resting his cheek upon them and watching Jonah through his limp, wet bangs, "are you gonna join me?"

"It's big enough," Jonah shrugged, "and I'm freezing."

"Uhm," Leo smiled, before grimacing as another cramp went through him, "how's it possible I'm still so fucking queasy...?"

"You got food poisoning," Jon rolled his eyes, removing his watch and crossing the bathroom, "move."

"Your bedside manners are atrocious," Leo grumbled, moving forward so Jonah could slip behind him. He heard his boyfriend let out a huff, but then Jon's hands were in his shoulders, pulling Leo to lie against his chest and splashing warm water down his back.

"I'll have you know I'm a fucking delight," Jonah scoffed, humid hands wiping the sweat away from Leo's forehead, "you're like a magnet for germs, I've never seen anything like that."

Leo let out an unhappy noise, turning his head so his nose met Jon's collarbone and sighing, "it's not my fault."

"It's a little bit your fault for eating the cake," Jon said lightly, but there was no heat to his voice. He pressed a kiss to Leo's brow when the blonde let out a queasy groan at the mention of food.

"Shut up," Leo moved even closer, all but squishing Jonah against the bathtub and grabbing his hand, planting it on his sick belly, "rub my tummy."

"You're such a little shit," Jonah rolled his eyes, but obeying without even thinking, his hands tracing the now puffed out outline of Leo's abs.

"No one will ever believe you," Leo grinned, then groaned, cupping his mouth to muffle a sick belch when Jonah pressed on the side of his bloated belly, "gross..."

Jon let out a huff in agreement, resting his chin on Leo's shoulder and starting to space out as he continued the belly rub, thumbs working in little circles on either side of his boyfriend's stomach and then meeting in the middle. Working up a string of relieved, sickening burps.

He wasn't sure how long had passed, but the water was cold already when suddenly Jonah was snapped back to present with a noise. He glanced down, "Leo? Are you gonna be sick...?"

Instead of a gag, though, what answered him was a snore. Jonah chuckled, raising his eyebrows at the sight of Leo slumped against his left arm, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Sound asleep.

"Unbelievable."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #food poisoning #leo wagner #no excuse just jon/leo brainworms

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jxckyx3 · 8 months

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[NO PICTURE TODAY, TOO BUSY :P]

I'm horrible at coming up with random names, so don't shit on me!!

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Ship: Nogla x Brock & Jon

Top(s): Brock & Jon

Bottom: Nogla

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Setting: /

Type: Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, slightly dark humor, mention of pedophilia and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Third pov -

"Brock, I'm really fucking struggling right now."

Jon's voice was quick and urgent, static slightly sifting through his end and his voice was a little muffled due to his hand presumably being pressed up against the speaking end on his phone.

More signs of an obvious struggle.

"Jon- ugh, I'm kind of busy right now. What do you want?" Brock sighed, trying not to sound as frustrated as he was.

Jon had called him in the middle of putting Briana to sleep—and though he thought the name was stupid at first, having been named after one of his friends, it was a pretty cute name so he stuck with it— and how she was wide awake again from the sound of the ringtone that had blasted throughout the previously quiet room.

And hell, Brock was just about to get to bed.

"Sorry man, just- how exactly do ya put a fussy baby to bed even after you fed her, burped her, changed her diaper and even sang her a crappy lullaby? All while having a clingy toddler hanging on your leg?"

Brock froze, rather unamused as he gently nudged Briana back down into her bed. He was lucky his other child, Damien—that he refused to name after Brian again and give him the satisfaction— hadn't woken up yet. Brock was extra-lucky that he was a deep sleeper.

"You called me up, at ten at night, to ask me how to put your kids to sleep? After you just woke one of mine up by calling me?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Brock would happily curse Jon out right now, but his daughter was still watching him with curious eyes, and he didn't want to explain to her what the word 'dickface' meant.

"Shit, sorry dude. But I really need your help. You've done this longer than I have." Jon laughed sheepishly, though he didn't sound so apologetic.

"Wait- no don't touch that!" Brock sighed at the sound of something crashing on Jon's end, before a high pitched cry of a child followed after.

"Why are you crying? It didn't even hit you!" Jon exclaimed in disbelief. Brock would've laughed on any other occasion, but he knew the struggle. He knew how hard it was to deal with kids.

He felt sympathy for his friend. And he was tempted enough to go over to his house and help him. They had all moved pretty close to eachother to make vlogging and recoding with timezones more convenient, so they were all in driving distance.

Brock would have drove down to Jon's to help, but it was late at night and he knew that Briana would probably wake up again to nobody home. He didn't want to chance it.

"Dude, listen. Did you try tucking her in?" He finally asked, breaking the impatient bickering Jon was having with his daughter.

"Yes! I tried everything Brock! Sarah and Lilly won't go to sleep! It's killing me!" He exaggerated, groaning into the phone in defeat.

"Well what do you usually do that works?" Brock asked, carding his hands through Briana's hair to push her to sleep faster. And from the slight droop in her eyes, it was working.

"Who said anything ever works? I usually just run around with them all night arguing until they finally get exhausted and give in." He admitted, hissing slightly and muttering a small 'bad'.

He must've been bit. Jon's kids were always biters. Wasn't really a surprise considering who their father was.

Brock could still hear sniffling and whining through the phone, and it was starting to give him a migraine. He loved kids sure, but they had that draining effect on people.

"Okay, how about this. I have a really important appointment tomorrow. It helps single parents learn to raise kids properly. If you can manage tonight, then I can let you come with me in the morning. Sound good?" He asked, rather ready to just hang up and have Jon deal with it himself. But Brock wasn't that cruel.

"That...actually sounds nice, yeah. What is it?" Jon asked, sounding interested as he ignored his daughter's cries of wanting to play.

"It's like a class for adults. I haven't had the chance to go yet because I wasn't sure. But lately it's been getting harder so I decided to test it out tomorrow. I'm not even sure if it'll work or help at all, but it beats trying to cluelessly doing it all by myself." Brock mumbled, slowly retracting his hand as he heard Briana's little snores.

"Hmm...fuck- ok. I'll try to put them to bed. But- what about the kids? Don't we need a babysitter?" Jon asked, the whining of his kids seeming to simmer down a bit. Which was a huge relief for Brock's ears.

"Crap...I didn't think about that. Just- we'll figure it out tomorrow okay? The classes start a few hours after school starts, so we'll have a bit of time to hire a last minute nanny or something." He huffed, leaning back in his armchair as he ran a hand over his face.

Babysitter? Why didn't he think of that? It's just another problem in his way. He can hardly record with his kids constantly at his hip. He didn't mind, but he couldn't really do much with them always around when he was working. It was so much easier when Lauren was around.

He supposed Jon feels the same way about Liz.

"Sure. It's not the best option, but it's better than what we already have." Jon sighed, murmuring a few quiet curses on his end.

Brock didn't really blame him. The whole thing was a pain in the ass.

"Alright. I'll see you in the morning. Meet me by the school entrance after you drop your kids off." He then said, voice audibly tired.

"Yeah man. See you tomorrow. Goodnight." Brock replied. And with a goodnight in return from Jon, the two hung up.

Brock hunched in his chair, almost tired enough to just fall asleep right there. Almost. But he knew it would hurt like a bitch in the morning, so he forced himself up to head to his own room.

The hallway was quiet and dark. Something he still wasn't entirely used to. He stepped into his room, peeling off his shirt and pants to toss them in the hamper.

He sat down on his bed. His empty, cold bed.

It had been only a month since Lauren left him. Reasons unknown because she was too nervous to tell him. He was sure it was because she fell out of love with him. He couldn't blame her. After a good few years, the spark between them had died. Living with her was just like living with a close friend that you kissed every now and then.

Lauren is a nice woman, so he didn't blame her for leaving. In all honesty, if he wasn't a coward, he would've broke off the marriage ages ago. It wasn't that he didn't like her anymore. But there was clearly no more family love in the house other than for their children.

Which, kinda was the deal breaker for him, because though Lauren took care of the children when he would record, she never really loved them like he did. She took care of them, fed them, bathed them. But she never cared for them with the same love that Brock did. Never kissed them goodnight or read them bedtime stories.

He guesses it was because the unlove she was feeling for him, was rubbing off into the kids. To her, they were just another part of Brock. Another part of their broken relationship. A lie.

He didn't mind when she asked for divorce. He didn't even mind when she packed all her stuff and moved out. But he did mind, when she wanted no part custody of the kids.

What would they do without a mother? How was he ever supposed to explain that she didn't love him anymore without making them think it was their fault that she left?

He was glad they hadn't asked any questions about that yet. Briana seeing to just go with it, and Damien being too young to even understand.

Brock sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face. He lied back in bed, staring up at the grey ceiling as he pulled the blankets over his body.

They still smelled like honey and lavender. Like Lauren.

Fuck, he needed to buy new blankets.

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"Wow, you must've been really tired." Brock snorted, watching as Jon drank his third cup of coffee. Not so carefully adding more red bull into it as if it was a secondary creamer.

"Bro, you don't even know. I love those kids but it's like hell with them." He huffed, shaking his head and taking a big gulp as he quickly scrolled through his phone.

For Jon, he had gone only a few weeks without Liz. She wanted to focus on herself, feeling as if she had nose-dived too early into creating a family. She wanted to get out, to see the world.

Jon thought it was a load of bullshit, but they were still friends. So he could just curse her out all he wanted. She didn't mind. She would just curse him right back, then the two would continue on being friends like nothing happened.

What was her logic? She wanted a life with him, so she got it. But now all of a sudden she wanted to get out and travel the fucking world? What was there to see? Skyscrapers and shitty landmarks? Jon didn't understand. But it was her decision, and he respected it. Even if he thought it was the stupidest thing he's ever heard.

The least she could've done was to take the kids every weekend or something. But nooo, she had to have all the alone time she wanted, he thought.

Jon knew he was taking it all a bit personally. Brock seemed fine on his own. A little stressed, but fine overall. He supposed that he should be the same, but he couldn't help but feel as if Liz abandoned them.

"You okay? You're dozing off again." Brock asked, drumming his fingers on the table to snap Jon out of his daze.

"Yeah, yeah. Just...there's no babysitters that look trusting enough." He used as an excuse, shifting his phone over to let Brock see his phone screen.

He scrolled through multiple babysitter profiles, none of which caught either of their eyes.

"They all look like Karen's, or pedos." Jon hissed, drawing a short laugh from the other.

"Not so loud, we're in a coffee shop." He reminded him. Jon glanced up, seeing a few eyes on them in annoyance.

He smiled apologetically, before dropping all his focus back down to his phone.

"I dunno Brock. I'm not so sure if I can trust a random stranger with our kids. We don't know what kind of people are on this." He said, gesturing to his phone with his other hand.

Brock hummed, taking the device from Jon's hands and looking himself as the latter took the chance to sip from his coffee.

"Well what about this guy?" He asked, pointing to a profile picture with a middle aged looking, scruffy man.

"No. I'm not letting a man babysit my daughter." He stated firmly. Brock shrugged, scrolling down a bit more before he stopped again.

"How about her-"

"She's too old. She won't be able to handle all four of them." He interrupted. Brock narrows his eyes at Jon, watching as the man glared down at his cup. A small sneer on his face.

"Okay..." He said, suspicious of Jon's suddenly firm attitude about this. But he continued on.

"Uh...well there's this woman. She's twenty three, willing to sit for cheap. She even has experience in working at a daycare." He offered. At that, Jon leaned over, swirling the cup in his hands as Brock tapped into her profile.

He went through her files, looking at a few of the ratings. Brock thought she was pretty decent. She just might be perfect to-

"No. She's too young. And she looks like the type to lock the kids in a room and invite her boyfriend over or something." Jon decided, turning away from the phone once more with more interest in his coffee.

Great.

Brock heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes.

"Jon, this isn't gonna work if you don't just pick someone. We can't sit here all day, we only have twenty minutes until the class starts." He huffed, setting the phone down onto the table.

Jon didn't respond, averting his gaze as he sipped on his coffee with a small pout. If Brock didn't know any better, he'd think that Jon was the child in all of this.

"Okay, what's your deal." He demanded for an awnser, leaning his elbow on the table as he looked over to his friend. Jon refused to speak again, but after a solid minute, he gave in.

"I don't even trust myself with my own kids. How am I gonna trust a stranger?" He asked, finally setting his mug down as he looked over to Brock.

The man stared back at his friend, pursing his lips in thought.

To be frank, he had wandered over the same thoughts. Sticking his kids with some rando and going on about his day was weird without worrying at least a little bit. Brock—just like Jon— had never left his kids with anyone else but his ex-wife. And worrying about the kids was a major step in moving on.

Not just moving on from Lauren, but moving on with his life. He had to try, but he couldn't always be by his son's and daughter's side to take care of them. He had a job, he had to pay bills, he had to run errands. And none of that was easy with two kids on his hip.

He felt for all the single parents in the world, because it was difficult. And he knew Jon was going through much worse, because he had babies.

But every now and then, they'd have to take a big leap. And if that meant leaving their kids with some random person while they took classes to raise them better, then so be it.

"Jon, I know. Okay? I understand what you're going through and how much you care about your kids. Same as me man. But if we're gonna get any better at this, we have to take those classes. Meaning, we need a babysitter." Brock reasoned, watching the gears in Jon's head turn.

He was back to staring down at his coffee, barely having even touched his breakfast. Brock didn't have much of an appetite either, but he was starving.

"Eat your food idiot." He mumbled, sliding Jon's plate to the edge of the table. The latter didn't respond, but obliged as he began to take small bites of his waffles. Mainly just eating the fruit and whipped cream that sat atop, but at least he was eating something.

"Can we ask one of our friends?" Jon finally asked, turning his phone off and setting it back into his pocket.

"What?" Brock asked, slightly taken aback.

"Our friends. Can't we ask one of them?" Jon repeated, looking up. Brock didn't say a word, his mouth left hanging open slightly as he stared at Jon.

The taller sighed, setting his fork down.

"You haven't even thought about that, have you." He raised a brow. Though, it was more an observation considering Brock's reaction.

"Crap I didn't even think that was an option." He groaned, thudding his head against the table as Jon laughed.

"I honestly don't blame you. I trust them more than a stranger, but I'm not sure if any of them has experience with kids." Jon shrugged, finally taking a bite of his waffles.

"True. But we could try. We just need to figure out who's worthy enough." Brock nodded, leaning back into the booth.

It was pretty early to be up. Even for him, seeing as he usually falls back to sleep after dropping his kids off at school. But the sun felt nice and warm along with the breezy chill of the morning. He quite liked it.

He mentally noted to start getting up earlier from now on.

"Not Evan. He doesn't know jack-shit about kids. I'm not even sure he likes them. Brian's a no. He and Lanai would probably do good, but I feel like Brian would try to teach them slurs." Jon started to list off, tapping his fork against his plate.

Which was very annoying, but Brock decided to cut him some slack.

"Or treat them like dogs." He added on, causing the two of them to laugh.

"Oh, he'd absolutely do that." Jon nodded in agreement. Brock hummed, mentally shuffling through the rest of his friends.

"Not Marcel. He's great with kids, but I don't want his ADHD to kick in and have him forgetting things. Scotty would be nice, but him and Chrissy are more like children than our own. Tyler is already a no, because he'd probably take them out and spoil them and have them turn against us. Lui is already a no, because of the allegations- no I'm just kidding." Brock quickly said with a wheeze, causing Jon to burst out cackling at the last part.

People were starting to stare, and Brock didn't really blame them.

"No, but he's cool. I just don't want him giving the kids candy, because I know he will. And he's been busy lately, so I don't wanna bother him too much." Brock finished out his thoughts.

Jon was too busy still coming down from his fit, wiping literal tears from his eyes.

"Okay, okay...ah, shit. Dude that was funny. But that only leaves Anthony, David and Cody." Jon sighed, recomposing himself so they could get back to the problem at hand.

Brock hummed in thought, rubbing his chin as he twiddled his thumbs.

Anthony was a great caretaker. If Chester and Bruce were anything to go by. He was great at watching out for any allergies and great at keeping his dogs occupied. But then again, the kids were more energetic, and Brock highly doubted Anthony had the patience for them.

Cody was a great choice. If Brock hadn't already considered it. Cody was cool, but he had so many damn cats. Those cats were his life, and one of the kids might actually hurt them. Jon's daughters, most likely, with all the biting. And Cody might get mad, and then the kids would get sad for being yelled at, and crying was a hard thing to stop a child from doing.

Now David...Brock hadn't really thought about that. In all honesty, he didn't think he'd need to go through all the pros and cons, because David was...well, David.

He was childlike himself, and energetic if he was in the right mood. Which...was probably good for the kids...to be honest.

But then again, David was dumb. Respectfully. He might lose the kids, or forget about them.

But he also had a kid of his own...and she seemed pretty great. She was like him. Obnoxious, unfiltered and outgoing. But also calm and relaxed when she needed to be.

He was even great when he played with Conner on Fortnite. He watched his language better than Tyler, Brian, and even Marcel.

And if anything, David had been doing this longer than both Jon and Brock. Aliyah had left him five months ago, having found her sexuality.

Brock didn't know much, other than she had been with him because she thought she loved him. She did love him, just not like how she thought she did. Only a month before they were gonna get engaged, she came out as gay, and David had supported her all the way.

She had gotten a new girlfriend that didn't want anything to do with David's daughter, so he kept full custody. But Aliyah still came around from time to time to hangout with the two.

Other than that, that's all Brock and the rest of them knew. David hadn't told them anything else. He seemed pretty cool about the whole thing, so that was all the reassurance they needed to not keep bothering him and asking if he was okay.

Actually, he probably took it the best out of all three of them. While Brock and Jon had been down in the dumps for a little, David had seemed completely fine.

Regardless of any of that, David raised Cathy pretty good. She was a kind, curious little girl. A little too curious and asking weird questions just as her father did at times, but she was alright.

"Ugh...I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but David seems like the most responsible for this." Brock said, finally making up his mind.

Jon started at him for a few seconds, mouth full of food. He narrowed his eyes. Trying to see if Brock was playing or not. But he wasn't. He was completely serious.

"Reasons being?" He asked through a muffled mouth, wiping away the jam that stuck on the corner of his lip.

"Well, take Catherine for example. She's smart, kind, surprisingly calm and collected when asked the first time, and she's respectful. David did that all by himself, and I know he only has one kid, but don't you think it would be great for our kids to spend some time with him? Just for this one day to see how it goes." Brock explained, spreading his arms out with the offer.

Jon stared at him, thinking it though thoroughly.

"If it doesn't go the way we planned, then we can always find another babysitter for next time. But for now, he's the best we got." He continued.

That seemed to be the breaker for it, because Jon sighed and nodded his head.

"Fine. But if he fucks up my kids, I'm blaming you." He said with an accusing finger pointed in the other man's direction.

Brock sighed, finally happy that this was all settled.

"Sure thing. I'll take full responsibility." He said, crossing a hand over his heart. Jon rolled his eyes, but smiled anyways.

***

"So we thought you would be the perfect fit for it...that is, if ya can." Jon finished, glancing over at Brock. Who—despite saying he'll take full responsibility— hadn't said a single word other than 'hi' since David opened the door.

The Irishman stared at them, looking between a mix of surprise and confusion with his mouth slightly hanging open.

He was fully dressed and looked rather awake. Meaning he had been up since he dropped Catherine at school. Which was a sort of surprise to see him still up and not exhausted.

Probably one of the upside's of only having one kid.

"Yo-...ye want me ta babysit?" He finally asked. They had been his only words spoken since the two came knocking at his door. He hadn't even been able to greet them before Jon started to spout all their problems and plans.

Even going as far as repeating the joke Brock had made this morning about Lui. Which had been funny, but he was so confused that it was hard to process anything.

"Yes. That's exactly what we're asking for." Brock finally said, getting a small side eye from Jon.

David pursed his lips, looking down into the cup for tea he had been holding. It was probably cold by now.

"Lads, listen. Y'know I would say yes any day and any time but...are ye sure?" He asked, raising a brow at them. The question took them by surprise.

"What do you mean?" Jon asked, frowning a bit.

"Well, ye guys don't usually trust me with big responsibilities. Which- makes sense, considering I'm me. But kids? I mean, I'm great with kids, but your kids? You're trusting me with kids? All five, including mine? At once? Seems like a big responsibility for ole Nogla, no?" He asked, taking a small sip of his tea. Yup, definitely cold.

"Aww, now you're just being all smug and petty." Jon pouted, setting his hands on his hips. David smiled at that, narrowing his eyes.

"Nu-uh." He simply said. He was waiting for them to cave in. To admit they needed his help.

Which, they were desperate enough to do, but they'd have to murder him multiple times in game to get straight with him.

"Ugh, David we need you. We don't know how to raise our kids properly and we need to take these classes. Will you please babysit our kids. I'll even pay if that's what you want." Brock groaned, stepping forward and leaning an arm against the door and as he looked down at David pleadingly.

The Irishman simply took another sip, remaining eye contact as he smiled up at the other.

"Nope. That's all I needed. Just call the school and have t'em know I'll be picking up the kids. Call me when your classes are over." He said, pressing his fingers to Brock's chest to push him away gently, before closing the door as if nothing happened.

Jon and Brock stood there in confusion, blinking at the closed door.

"Well that was easier than I thought." Jon cracked a smile, chuckling lightly as Brock grumbled at him.

"He took my pride." He mumbled, though it was mostly a joke... mostly.

"Hey, it's for the kids!" Jon smiled, patting him in the back reassuringly as they headed down the steps.

"Yeah, yeah. For the damn kids." Brock huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

***

"And now, we're gonna do a simple practice for those of you with newborn babies, or smaller babies. We're gonna show you exactly how to wrap up your child in this blanket. Like a baby burrito!" The woman said enthusiastically.

She had been speaking like this the whole time. Almost as if they were the children, or if she was the child herself. Maybe she used to be a kindergarten teacher.

Regardless of why she was speaking so happily, Brock and Jon were doing nothing but worrying. Well, mostly Brock.

They had been in this class for adults, for over three hours. Most of which had been practicing on how to properly speak to a child. The guys didn't understand it, they already knew how to talk to their kids. This was stupid.

However, there had been some things they learned. Like how not to raise your voice even if the child was talking back. Or how not to reward bad behavior.

Admittedly or not, there had been a lot of good tips they learned so far.

But it would be much easier to pay attention, if they weren't worrying about their kids so much.

School should have ended three hours ago, so they were fixed on wether David would be able to do this or not.

They hadn't really thought about it when he asked them specifically why they trusted him. But now they understood his hesitancy.

David was going to be watching all five kids, by himself, until these classes were over.

And before this all, the two fathers didn't think it would be a problem for their friend. He was a father himself, so he should know what he was doing. Brock had even thought the classes would be short, so they didn't have to worry too much about leaving the kids for too long.

But supposedly, due to more parents coming in, the lady the taught the adults, said that the class would go on for the whole day. Just to make sure- and in her words, 'so that parents would be able to go back home and know the basics on how to properly raise a child'.

And Brock was usually good at keeping his chill. He could keep his cool. Years of being with his friends taught him how.

But this was unbearable.

He kept glancing up at the clock, kept bouncing his knee. He was starting to gain some attention each time he tapped his pencil on the desk. And not the good kind of attention like the kind they got when stepping through and all those milf's looked at them seductively. But the kind of attention that was either annoyed by your anxiousness, or concerned.

Jon was on the concerned side.

"Yo, you good?" He whispered, flickering his eyes between Brock and the teacher. They were allowed to be seated wherever, and right now Brock was very grateful for that.

"Yeah just...I'm worried. Really worried." He admitted, keeping his eyes on the teacher to redirect his gaze from Jon's. Because one look at him, and Jon would know how scared he was.

He trusted David. He really did. But these were his kids. The only thing he had left besides his friends. He couldn't help but worry.

"Me too man- but, listen. This is David we're talking about. He knows what he's doing. I trust him. And I have a feeling that you do too." Jon said, lowering his voice even more so they didn't get caught.

Brock clentched his jaw, staring down at his wrapped up, stupid baby doll. He already know how to wrap a baby up.

"Look at Catherine. She's amazing. David's a great father. If he can handle us, he can handle them. Our kids aren't even as half as bad as we are. He's got this. He's great at what he does, dude." Jon went on. Trying to make sure Brock knew that they left their kids in good hands.

And it was definitely working. Jon did make a point.

"Yeah...he is great." He smiled a little. He was still a bit concerned, but he knew that David was trustworthy.

"I wonder what they're doing right now." He mumbled, earning a hum in agreement from Jon.

***

"Ah-! Sweetie no, don't touch that!" David called, trying to keep his voice gentle as he reached out for Sarah. She smiled brightly up at him as he grabbed the large kitchen knife from her hand.

It had a rubber cover on it, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

He returned her smile, trying not to be creeped out by her big blue eyes staring up at him.

Jon's kids were terrifying. Cute, but terrifying.

"Wait, wait, wait. Honey, where did you put the chocolate chips?" He asked nervously, glancing around the already destroyed kitchen to find the bag of chocolate.

"Lilly had them!" Briana said helpfully, looking rather proud as she mixed the overly chunky cookie dough.

"R-right." He laughed, using his thumb to wipe the flour from her nose before walking around the counter to find Lilly on the floor.

"Lilly, could I have those back?" He asked softly, crouching down to her level. She pouted with a mouth full of chocolate, rapidly shaking her head.

"Please? I'll give you all extra cookie brownies of ye give me the chocolate?" He offered. She seemed to hesitate a bit at that, pursing her lips before making up her mind and giving him the chocolate back.

"Thanks dear, I'll make sure ta make it extra chocolatey." He smiled, moving back over to set the bag down on the counter.

He sighed heavily, looking around at the mess.

He knew that this would be a challenge, but this was a tad bit harder than he intended. Of course, he should've seen this coming because of who their fathers were.

He had offered to make brownie cookies for the kids, and they had all willingly agreed. But they had looked rather bored just playing in the backyard. Mostly just sitting around and playing with the flowers, so he asked if they wanted to help.

If he had known their 'help' came along with three missing wooden spoons, a flour fight, stolen chocolate chips, knife hoarding, raw eggs thrown at his fridge and two broken bowls, then he would've come more prepared.

He didn't mind the mess. Yes, it was gonna be a pain in the ass to clean, but they were just kids. That what they did. In his mind, it was their way of expressing themselves. David hadn't ever had this much time with Brock's or Jon's kids, so this was sort of fun to him.

"Listen kids, how about you go wash up and watch some TV while I finish this. Hmm? Catherine can show ye guys how ta find the Cartoons." He said enthusiastically, hoping to have them mirror it.

"Yay! Cartoons!" Cathy grinned, already running for the bathroom with the line of kids behind her. David chuckled at their cuteness, sighing as he turned on the sink.

"Guess Jon wasn't lying. They are a handful." He laughed, reaching for a cleaning rag under the sink.

***

The brownie cookies had been devoured immediately after David finished making them. He was glad he made another secret batch and stored it in the fridge for later.

The kids liked them, and he was glad that they had the decency to thank him. Not like his friends ever would, so he was glad at least their kids did.

They watched TV for a bit before they had gotten hungry again. David didn't want to upset their stomachs with all that chocolate they ate beforehand, so he made them a healthier treat.

He may eat like a dying man, but he wasn't gonna push that diet on them.

They didn't necessarily like the idea of salad and peanut butter celery sticks at first. But when he threw in some yogurt, they immediately caved in and ate all their salad like it was their favorite thing on the planet.

He knew they were just kissing ass to finally get their yogurt, but he didn't mind the smug, proud looks on their faces when they each got a stick of gogurt. He had to help Damien by handfeeding him in a small cup since he was too young, but he didn't mind.

He in fact liked it. It reminded him of when Cathy was still a baby and he had to learn it all from scratch. Now, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Later on, the kids wanted to play. He didn't have that many toys or choices to go by, because Catherine liked to watch cartoons more than play make believe. However, she was feeling rather adventurous today and wanted to play along to the tea party the other kids were having.

They asked David to play as well, and though he was an adult, he had the mind of a child and an imagination of one too. So he eagerly agreed.

It was funny to see the kids act out different scenarios and talk to Cathy's stuffed toys as if they were people.

And during the moment, David hadn't understood why Brock and Jon had been struggling with them. These kids were angels to him.

Until bath time.

Dinner had been rather peaceful. They chatted as they ate their spaghetti, and it seemed as if they were mature adults. Even if Briana got all technical like did Brock from time to time. But he liked it.

And then when he put them in the tub, all hell broke loose again. He didn't want them to feel uncomfortable, so he bathed them in pairs with their siblings.

Catherine had been pretty tame. She loved baths, just like David. She especially liked the bubbles.

Briana and Damien had been a bit hard. Briana was worried that the drain would suck them up, but that's to be expected from a child with an overly active imagination. But her fear caused Damien to freak out a bit. He was still pretty young, so he didn't understand when David told him there was a plug. He though eventually got them to calm down with Cathy's bubble blower.

Sarah and Lilly though, were much harder. Sarah had wanted a bath bomb, something she said Jon gave them all the time. David wasn't sure those were ok for kids, so he mentally notes to talk to Jon about that. But he eased her pouting with a rubber ducky. Lilly had been crying about her dad.

Which, was totally understandable. He highly doubted that they had been away from their fathers much, so he didn't take it too personal when they both started to cry for Jon.

David didn't want to call Jon and bother him, so he had pulled up one of his music videos on his phone and let it play throughout the rest of the time he washed them. They had been dancing, so it was harder to clean them, but he was just glad that they weren't crying anymore.

He brushed their hair and their teeth, and they had been pretty cooperative. They still had tons of energy, so it did take longer than he intended, but that's expected.

When they were all cleaned up and ready for bed, he let them all squeeze on Cathy's bed. She had a pretty large one considering him and Aliyah had been too lazy to buy some expensive looking child's bed. Like the ones that are shaped into race cars and castles or some shit.

Sarah and Lilly were pretty small. As well as Damien, so he had them in the middle so that they wouldn't fall off in the middle of the night.

He was exhausted. Tired even. But he knew they still had energy left, and used the rest of his own to read them bedtime stories.

He hadn't ran around, and been occupied like this in forever. Catherine still had her moments of course, but she was pretty laid back when she wasn't on her sugar high. He was convinced to think she had ADHD like him.

The kids liked the way he read. Always laughing when he made funny voices and reacted to the book himself. They were ones he hadn't read in a while, so it was almost new to him and Cathy.

They were pretty drowsy by the fifth book, but didn't want him to go just yet.

"David, could you sing? Sometimes my daddy sings to us." Briana asked sleepily, barely being able to keep her eyes open, but was determined to hear the man sing for her.

"Oh. Uh, sure. What kind of songs do ye like?" He asked, looking between the children. Sarah and Catherine were on the brink of passing out, so he was mostly directing his question to the other three.

"I dunno. My daddy usually just shings twinkle twinkle little star, or that one 'bout a lady bug." Lilly mumbled with slurred words, slinging her arm around her sisters chest.

David snorted, setting his book down as he sat up a bit. Of course Jon wouldn't sing any other song than the two most repetitive nursery rhymes.

"Of course he does. Well...how about a real song? Have ye ever heard of Glimpse of Us?" He asked softly, keeping his voice low and above a whisper.

"No, what's that?" Briana asked. Damien was just as close to passing out as the other two, so he turned most of his attention to the other two girls.

"It's a song. Want me ta sing it? Probably the only PG song I know, ta be honest." He said, mumbling the last part to himself.

"Yes please." Sarah said with a yawn, causing a chain of four more yawns to rip from the kid's mouths. David laughed at them, yawning himself before he sat himself more comfortably.

He was sure this wouldn't be the only song he sang tonight, but yet again, he didn't mind. He just hoped the kids were satisfied.

***

"Brock, are you sure you called him?" Jon asked as he ran up the steps of the house. Brock quickly closed the car doors, shivering slightly from the chill of the night.

"Yes like, three times already." He said, showing his phone for proof. Jon huffed in impatience, raising his hand to bang on the door.

"Wait- don't do that!" Brock hissed, yanking his arm back.

"Why not? They could be in danger! Why else wouldn't he awnser his phone?" Jon asked in concern, about ready to yank his arm away and barge through the door.

"Well they could be sleeping or something." Brock tried to reason, but he himself was worried as well.

David specifically told them to call when their class was over. But the called him three times, and no awnser. Not even a text.

They know they could just be overreacting, but could you blame them?

"Just- fine. We'll go in ourselves then." Jon huffed, reaching under the welcome mat to find the spare key. Brock was tempted to stop Jon, thinking that this was a little intrusive; but he as well was eternally freaking out.

Millions of 'what ifs' running through his head.

He winced as the door made a small click when Jon turned the key, instantly placing it back under the rug before heading inside.

Brock followed close by, closing the door behind him gently. Because if there was some kind of murderer or kidnapper, they could very well still be in the house. And it would be better to find them first, then be the ones found.

Jon immediately went looking around. Starting from rhe living room, to the kitchen, to the guest room, and finally to the end of the hallway where Cathy's room was.

Their footsteps had been quick and quiet, trying to find their kids as fast as possible.

But once reaching the last door, all their worry washed away in a snap. David was sitting in a chair next to the big bed, that had all the kids cuddled up and warm under a large purple comforter.

He was leaning over and resting his elbow on the edge, placing his cheek on his palm. The other hand was playing with Catherine's curls, twirling it around his finger. David was singing softly, but the words came out more like hums or mumbles, though the pretty melody was still there.

Brock and Jon immediately untensed, letting out small sighs of relief as they exchanged a glance.

They really had been overreacting.

Jon leaned against the doorframe as Brock crossed his arms over his chest, fond smiles coming to their faces as David continued to sing them to sleep.

The sight was just too adorable, they didn't want to interrupt.

David was nodding off, clearly trying to keep himself awake as he shifted his feet on the ground to keep himself up. A small pink nightlight was on by the bedside lamp, and have an almost angelic glow to his already godly features.

"-and she...she...what was I singin'?" He mumbled, frowning slightly as he stilled his hand in Cathy's hair. He then shrugged and went on to humm a different song.

Brock couldn't help but snort at that, causing David to jump slightly and snap his head over to them with wide eyes.

He then sighed heavily, hunching over in the chair as he saw who they were.

"God, you two scared te shit outta me." He groaned, earning a few more quiet laughs in return.

"Yeah, sorry about breaking in. Brock was worried." Jon lied, getting an offended look from the other.

"I- wha- dude. You were the one that called him three times and you were the one to decide to use his spare key." Brock pointed out, making Jon glare at him, blushing in embarrassment and betrayal as David stood up.

"Ah, it's fine. I understand why ye got so scared. But, we're all fine. No need ta get all overprotective." He smiled lazily, stretching his arms over his head before turning back to the kids.

"Did they give you trouble?" Jon asked, though already expecting a certain awnser. What he didn't expect, was for David to say the opposite.

"Actually...they did pretty good. Had a bit ups and downs, but they listen pretty well." He explained, leaning over to give each of them a kiss on the nose.

Which was pretty cute in itself. Even more so when David turned to them and smiled all sleepy like.

"Come. Let's talk out here so we don't wake them." He whispered, nudging them out of the room so he could close it to a crack.

They followed mindlessly as he walked to his room, leaving the door open for them to enter.

"So did ye guys learn anything helpful?" He started conversation, talking normally as he moved to his dresser.

"Eh, something like that. Got a few good pointers, and learned how to quote on quote 'communicate', but other than that, it was mostly newborn baby stuff." Brock replied, instantly snapping his head away when David moved to take his shirt off and switch it out for a looser, bigger t-shirt. Jon didn't care to look away.

"Oh yeah? Sounds fun." He rolled his eyes, giggling with Brock groaned in exhaustion. It was anything but fun.

"Fun? Sure man. If getting hit on by all the milf's is considered 'fun', then yeah. We had a blast." Jon said jokingly, earning another laugh from the Irishman.

"Well I'm sure ye guys are tired. If you want, ye can leave ta kids here and pick them up in the mornin'. I don't mind it." He said, pulling his pants off and tossing them onto his dresser.

The two watched as David walked over to his bed, flopping down into the center and pulling the blankets over him.

"Or ye can sleep here wit' me. I don't care." He said with a yawn, snuggling into his bed like he didn't care they were still currently standing in his room. And honestly, he didn't.

They were adults. If they wanted to leave, they could leave. If they wanted to stay, they could stay.

"Uh...sure." Jon finally said, shrugging at Brock before he took his shirt and pants off. Leaving him in his boxers. Brock stared in confusion as Jon slipped into the bed. Immediately throwing his arm around David as if this was all natural to him.

Brock was confused why David didn't shift away or push jon and call him 'gay'. But he quickly realized why when soft snores were heard from him.

Jon smirked at him, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled David closer, teasing him. Brock scoffed, rolling his eyes before following suit.

He stripped down to his boxers as well before finding rest on David's other side, but not touching him.

"Pussy." Jon whispered, earning a huff from Brock before he slung his own arm around David.

God, Jon was a manipulative asshole.

"Shut up, you like it." He chuckled, as if he could hear Brock's thoughts.

"Screw you. I'm not gay." He hissed back, regardless, tightening his grip around David.

"Uh-huh. And what were doing isn't gay?" Jon asked, raising a brow as Brock could only blush in embarrassment.

"Shut up dickhead." He sighed, getting another laugh, but Jon seemed to drop it and just go to sleep. Something Brock was very thankful about.

***

David shifted as the brightness of the sun shines through his eyelids, effectively edging him closer to wake. He whined in protest, attempting to turn over and rid of the bright light.

But he seemed to not move. Actually, he couldn't move. He shot his eyes open in a small state of panic, only to heavily sigh in relief when he realized it was just Jon and Brock trapping him in-between their chests...

Wait-

He immediately sat up, wincing at the small groans he got from them in protest. But despite that, they didn't seem to be showing any signs of getting up just yet.

David sighed, looking down at his legs to see the reason for his immobility. But he couldn't be too mad when he saw the sight of all the kids surrounding their legs like animals. It was cute, really.

He giggled lightly, quick to cover his mouth when he saw the kids start to stir.

Sarah was the first to wake up, blinking around lazily before her eyes found him. She frowned up at him, as if trying to figure out who he was for a second.

"Mommy?" She eventually asked. Her voice thick and raspy. David choked at that, quickly shaking his head.

"Uh- n-no. I'm not your mommy. But you can call me Uncle David if ye want?" He quickly said, for some reason blushing at the thought of being the kids' mother. That would imply that he was dating their fathers and oh God- would that be embarrassing.

"Mom- mommy?" Lilly asked, waking up to the conversation. Sounding more confused than accusing than Sarah had. As if she was confused why her sister had called him mommy, but also didn't deny that it felt right to view him as such.

"No, girls-" David laughed, reaching a hand over to run his fingers through Sarah's hair.

"I'm not your mommy." He repeated softly, rather tired to actually go into full detail as to why.

"Mum!" Damien exclaimed, suddenly having this random burst of energy. David quickly shushed him, glancing back at Jon and Brock to make sure they weren't heading this.

Still sleeping, thank God.

"Guys can be mommies? Wow, I didn't know that. Does that make you my mommy?" Catherine spoke, shifting up from her spot asleep on the bed to sit up.

Why were kids so energetic in the morning?!

"W-well, not really." David replied, scratching his head in thought. Briana made a small noise of confusion, sitting up straight as Cathy had.

"But you act like a mama. You fed us, baked cookies with us, you played tea party with us. You even gave us baths and sang us to sleep." She lifted off, tapping each finger as she counted them off. The kids looked at him expectedly, waiting for more words of denial that they'd certainly overshadow again.

"Well...I'm not dating your daddies, which means I'm not your mommy." He offered, already feeling his face heat up more from this conversation.

Why was he discussing this with children? It was too early for this.

"That's it! All ya have to do is date our daddies! Then you can be our mommy, and we can all be one big happy family!" Lilly exclaimed, the rest of the kids cheering in agreement.

David laughed in embarrassment, hiding his red face into his palms.

"K-kids, quiet down yeah? W-we wouldn't want ta wake up these two okay? How about ye go brush yer teeth and then I'll meet ye in the kitchen ta make pancakes. Sound good?" He offered, and then just like that, the cheering was directed onto the idea of food, and the kids were spilling out the room faster than he'd ever seen toddlers and babies run.

David sighed heavily, giggling to himself as he ran a hand through his messy bed hair.

"Dear Lord please save me from this embarrassment, it's too early fer gay thoughts." He mumbled, sliding out of bed and heading over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of knee highs socks and pulled them on, not caring to put on pants since his shirt was long enough anyways.

"Mommy. Psh, they called me mommy." He laughed to himself, yawning as he walked out of the room and into the empty hallway.

The room stayed quiet for some time, the district chatter from the kids in the kitchen being the only noise besides David speaking to them and the birds chirping outside.

"Hey Brock?" Jon eventually asked, opening his eyes from his fake-sleep and looking over to Brock. Who at being greeted, opened his own eyes. Both having an obvious blush on their faces.

"What?" Brock asked, tiredly blinking at the other.

"Do you think he'd let us, like...fuck him?" Jon asked, smirking when Brock sighed and pulled himself up.

"Yup. That's enough chit chat for me." He said, making the other laugh in amusement.

The two quickly got up from bed and pulled their pants on, heading straight for the kitchen where all the commotion was going on.

"Daddy!" Briana cheered, running over to greet her father.

"Hi! How are you?" He asked in a slightly higher pictured voice, bending over to pick his daughter up.

"Oh! Good morning." David greeted them, already grabbing two cups of coffee with one hand and heading in their direction.

"I usually put whipped cream for my own coffee, but te kid's decided ye guys weren't worthy enough fer it." He said. Almost sounding apologetic as he handed them their cups.

They couldn't help but to stare at him. With his messy unbrushed hair and his rosy cheeks from the cold of the morning. He was adorable.

"Aww, why not?" Jon asked, faking a pout as he looked at the kids. Who were seated on barstools and eating at the counter. Damien was resting in David's right arm, leaning his head on the man's chest. He seemed to still be slightly asleep, and David's slight bouncing wasn't helping him wake up any more than he was.

"Because, only pretty people can have whipped cream." Catherine said sassily, eyeing the two up and down as if she was judging them. Jon scoffed in fake offense at that, as David could only cover his face in embarrassment.

"Oh dear..." He muttered, shaking his head with a slight laugh.

"So David's pretty enough and we're not?" Brock asked, tilting his head at the kids to find their logic. Though he couldn't argue on the first part.

"Mommy David is way prettier." Lilly grinned, making Jon choke on his coffee as David was referred to as the M word again.

"Darling, everyone is at least a little pretty. Can't t'ey just have a bit? Just a tiny bit?" David asked, directing his gaze at the kids to change the subject already.

The kids all glanced between the three dads, seeming to be thinking hard.

"Hmm, fine. But only a little." Sarah huffed, playfully glaring at Brock and Jon as if it was their fault. David laughed at that, grabbing the can of whipped cream from the counter he used to put on the kids' pancakes to put some into their coffee.

Briana gasped as David made a more than 'a little' mountain in their cups, looking at him in betrayal.

"Hey! That's not a little!" She laughed, reaching over to steal some from Brock's cup with her finger.

"Whoops, my finger must've slipped." David laughed, moving over to set Damien down in the baby stool before walking towards the stove.

"Ye guys hungry?" He asked, looking over to the two of them. They just stared at him, feeling a weird warmth flooding in their chests.

It was like the first time they had met Liz and Lauren. A warm passion that took up their time and filled their heads with the need to be closer to the one they loved.

It was funny how easily David connected with the kids. Bickering playfully with them, playing into their chit chat and even calling eachother nicknames as if they were a family.

A real, loving family. They could get used to it.

"Yeah. I'm starving." Jon mumbled, him and Brock admiring the smile David sent them before he focused on the food.

Maybe they didn't have to the spend the rest of their lives alone. Maybe they already had a family. A complete, family.

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Main -

Nogla - David

H2ODelirious - Jon

Moo - Brock

Featured -

VanossGaming - Evan

Terroriser - Brian

Ms.Vixen - Lanai

IAmWildcat - Tyler

LuiCalibre - Lui

Fourzeroseven - Scotty

Fissy - Chrissy

BigJigglyPanda - Anthony

BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel

RacingCats - Cody

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