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18 - my son ; two | sleeping at last

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it was thanksgiving, and clay wasn't really planning to do much. his family was in london, and he was used to spending it alone. clay wanted to leave the nest and grow, george followed. they first met in their childhood neighborhood, george was living with his parents and clay was just adopted by phil, the two boys grew up together, meeting nick and darryl through the internet, and then they left london together.

clay vividly remembers, that when george and his parents were involved in that nasty accident, his parents visited george and had a vacation in their area. clay remembers this because of the banana bread they baked for him when they arrived.

the blond broke out of his trance, and stopped staring at his ceiling when his phone rang, he didn't look at who was calling and answered.

"hello?" clay greeted, his voice rough and tired.

"woah, you sound like shit big man." tommy's voice rang through the phone.

"good morning to you too tomathy, why'd you call?" clay teased.

"am i not allowed to call my favourite older brother on the phone now?" tommy loudly responded, trying his best to sound offended, but he wasn't. "i just called to tell you that you should really open your door."

"why? did you send over some food?" clay stood up from his bed, walking downstairs.

"even better." tommy said, but what's weird was tommy's voice sounds like it's from the other side of the door. furrowing his brows, clay opened the door to see tommy, phil, and his other siblings.

"surprise!" they yelled, and clay smiled widely.

"what? i thought you'd spend your thanksgiving at home?" clay asked.

"and leave you here alone? not a chance." phil smiled, clay gave everyone a hug and made them enter his place. patches immediately walking over to tubbo.

"patches really does like me more than you, tommy." tubbo smiled, sitting down to pet the cat.

"no fair." tommy pouted.

"it's only fair, if i was the cat, i'd also be scared of you, you're such a gremlin child." wilbur chimed in.

"well then wilbur, any askers? i'm looking for the askers." tommy rebutted.

"i'm an asker. i asked." techno deadpanned, and wilbur laughed, tubbo and clay joining in.

"now now, quit picking on tommy and help me prepare dinner." phil said, "clay, your fridge is empty. what do you even eat, son?"

"uh, ramen?" clay responded, more of asking himself rather than answering, "george usually bakes stuff and gives me some."

tommy and wilbur awe'd like middle school girls upon hearing that, with tubbo remarking how sweet (pun intended) that was, and techno gently agreeing with his little brother.

"well then, why don't you guys go out and get groceries?" phil smiled, "i'm sure you guys would love to explore the city. i'll just stay here and clean up."

"yeah sure, clay and i will leash these three." techno said, with wilbur protesting that clay should also be leashed.

"actually, phil, can i talk to you about something?" clay asked nervously.

phil looked at clay, he looked very afraid, making himself seem smaller than normal. he then looked at his four other sons.

"it's fine, phil! we'll behave, we'll be back with the groceries shortly." wilbur smiled, his three other siblings agreeing.

"of course, son. we can talk." phil said softly, afraid that if he spoke any louder that clay would deteriorate. "and you four, i don't want to get a call that tommy jumped off a bridge or that tommy is stuck in a tree alright?"

"why is it always me?" tommy asked, his voice was high pitched and a little offended.

"last week, wilbur called me on the phone frantically when i fell asleep because you got stuck in the cupboards." techno responded, "i took a nap for thirty minutes tommy, how the hell did you get up there?"

"okay okay you've proven your point." tommy shushed techno.

"wait, what? tommy you got stuck in a cupboard?" clay wheezed.

"yeah! phil went out to do some shit and left techno in charge. he fell asleep and tommy somehow got stuck!" tubbo explained, laughing at his twin.

"no nO- we're going out to get groceries! be back soon! bye!" tommy said frantically as they all laughed. the four siblings exited out of the house after receiving phil's credit card, leaving only clay and his adoptive father in the house.

"come, sit with me." phil said, "what's going on through your head, clay?"

"nothing much, really. i just needed to tell you something." clay mumbled, "i'm just a little scared, i guess. i don't want you to be upset with me."

"of course i'd never be upset with you!" phil reassured, "even if you're far away from us now, and even if we rarely see each other, you're still my son and i love you, no matter what you've done and no matter who you are."

and from that, clay broke down into tears, he cried and cried, leaning down onto the table. phil rushed and stood up, walking over to clay's side and kneeling down. "oh, clay. what's the matter?"

"dad." clay sniffled, breathing deeply and composing himself. "i like guys."

phil stopped at that, staring at clay. and for clay, phil has been silent for too long, and so he started crying harder.

"no, no, honey." phil frantically said, hugging clay. "i accept you, and thank you so much for telling me. you're very brave for telling me."

"you do?" clay asked, his voice small.

"of course i do!" phil smiled, "no matter your preferences, you're still my son and i love you no matter what."

"so...i'm gay." clay murmured, admitting it more to himself than phil, "and i love george."

"you do?" phil asked.

"yeah...but i messed up, dad. and now he's upset with me." clay responded. be explained the situation to his dad, and phil listened intently.

"well, son. communication is key. you have to tell george how you really feel, to set yourself free, and to set him free as well." phil gently said, "you two are unique, i've never seen two people love each other so much since they were kids. you're gonna do great together."

clay smiled, "thanks dad. i love you."

"i love you too, son." he hugged clay, and clay returned the gesture, they broke apart and their conversation dissolved into small talk after some time, interrupted by the sound of phil's phone ringing.

"tubbo?" phil answered.

"uh, i'm just calling to say that we'll get home a little later than we planned." tubbo said sheepishly.

"why? what happened?" phil asked.

"well, you see, tommy fell down a lake because he was trying to feed the ducks. techno pushed him too hard. wilbur is getting tommy out though!" tubbo tried to reassure their dad, but phil just sighed.

"alright, get home safely boys." phil said, and tubbo gave an enthusiastic goodbye as he hung up the phone.

"what happened?" clay asked.

"tommy fell down a lake." the older man said, and clay laughed. phil smiled, just happy that his son was happy. "well, i did tell them i didn't want him stuck in a tree."