"What?" Krist grumbled into the phone without opening his eyes. He was normally grumpy in the morning and being woken up before his alarm by a phone call didn't help matters.
"Kit? Kit!"
"P'Sing?" P'Sing's frantic voice woke him up a bit more and he checked the time on his phone. "It's 3 am. I have an early shooting tomorrow, I can't play games with you," Krist whined and pulled the blanket over his head.
"Krist, don't you dare go back to sleep. Open the damn door!"
"You're here?" Krist sat up in surprised, only now hearing the knocking on his front door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming..." Krist scratched his stomach sleepily as he opened the door and stared at P'Sing.
"Why do you have a kid?" Krist pinched his stomach to make sure he wasn't dreaming, wincing at the pain. Not a dream then.
"Our kid," P'Sing said with a grimace as the boy leaned out from P'Sing's arms towards Krist.
"Mama!" The boy cheered and Krist automatically took him into his arms.
"Fiat?" Krist asked in confusion.
"Great. You recognize him." P'Sing just walked past him into the living room and slumped onto the couch, dropping his bag on the floor.
"But... But... Fiat is an adult! This kid is... Four?"
"Three." P'Sing corrected, waving the folder he was carrying. "According to the papers, we adopted him."
"What papers?" Krist sat next to P'Sing, checking the papers with Fiat sitting calmly on his lap.
"Where did you get these?"
"I was called by the police to pick up my son at the police station. They found him wandering around my place and took him in. I had to sit there and listen to them scolding me for not taking care of him for an hour. An hour, Krist! I keep trying to tell them that he's not my son but he had all these papers with him."
Krist's face slowly lost its colour as he read through the papers. It was Fiat, alright. Their adopted son. Legally.
"Did you call Fiat? The adult Fiat?"
P'Sing's face changed. "I did. His number doesn't exist. Neither does any of his social media. He's not even on the company's website. As far as everyone else knows, he doesn't exist."
"What are we going to do?"
They both snapped up their heads at the sound of crying from Krist's bedroom.
"Muff! Plu!" Fiat yelled happily, jumping on Krist's lap.
"Shit..." Krist swore.
"Language. But yes. Shit."
Krist refused to let go of Fiat and made P'Sing went into his bedroom to check. He was standing right outside his bedroom as P'Sing came out, holding two babies. The boy was still crying and pushing at P'Sing's face while the girl looked like she was going to fall back asleep with her head on P'Sing's shoulder.
"I think... I found your cats," P'Sing said. Krist closed his eyes in resignation. Of course, things would get worse.
"Dada!" The boy cried out and tried to jump out from P'Sing's arms. Krist tried to put Fiat down but the toddler was clinging to his shirt tightly and sticking his tongue out at his brother.
Sibling rivalry, of course, Krist was that lucky.
After P'Sing had successfully made Krist sat on the couch with both boys on his lap, he found the adoption papers for them. Muffin and Pluto. He even checked Krist's Instagram and Twitter, there was no mention of Pluto and Muffin anywhere. There was no way to deny it anymore. Krist's cats were turned into babies.
