Are teachers and parents allowed to date?

Chapter 7

"Cmon Macca baby," John grabbed his hand.

"But what if Julian hates me! I can't go out with you if he hates me!" Paul panicked, his palms glazed with sweat.

John sighed, touching Paul's cheek, "We won't know if he hates you til we ask him." He unlocked the door to his house, knowing Jules and Stu were inside.

"Jules baby!" John called, "I'm home!"

"Papa!!" His tiny footsteps echoed through the house as he ran, "Mr Cartney?! Why are you doing here?"

He put his little self in between the two men. John could nearly see Paul's heart break.

"Jules love," John crouched down, "Remember how Mr Cartney and I got mad at each other and papa was sad?"

Julian nodded, "He called you names and hit you! You always say that hitting is bad and you should never do it."

"Hitting isn't good, but papa acted like a butt and hurt Mr McCartney's feelings. But you know what? I really love him! That's why I was so sad," John explained.

"Love? Does Mr Cartney love you too?" Julian asked, glancing up at his father's lover.

Paul nodded, "I love him as much as he loves you!"

Julian's eyes got big, "That's a lot! I guess you can be my other papa then." He grabbed both of their hands, "Cmon papas, you gotta read me a story!"

Paul and John exchanged a loving look, Paul's heart about to explode.

"Hey Lenny," Stu drawled, sitting on Julian's bed, "Did you guys f-"

John slapped a hand over Stu's mouth and gestures to Julian, "No we didn't, but he took me to-"

Stu waved a dismissive hand, "Yeah yeah, I know."

"He helped me a bit with the plan," Paul told John with an awkward smile. John grinned crookedly and kissed Paul's cheek.

"Papas," Julian addressed the two of them, "I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Uhhh, sure? But I don't know if Paul wants to stay-"

"I do," Paul said quickly.

"Wait, you're Paul?! My papa wrote you a letter with a bad word in it!" Julian exclaimed.

John blushed, "It was a sort of therapy... just never read any of the letters."

"There were multiple?!" Paul laughed.

"Fifteen, I think," John admitted with a shrug.

"Fift-"

"Yes I know I know," John sighed, "Cmon Jules baby, Macca. Stu, you can leave."

Stu nodded and flashed him a peace sign before leaving the house.

"Mr Cartney?" Jules asked, crawling into John's bed, "Are you my papa now?"

John could see Paul's heart explode as he beamed at Julian, climbing next to the small boy, "If you want me to be..."

Julian nodded vigorously, "But I can't call you papa because I already have one." He said, pointing to John.

John took off the flower crown, scooped up his son, and scooted close to Paul, "What do you wanna call him?"

"Dhani calls his papas dad and pops," Julian mused, fiddling with Paul's hand, "You could be dad."

Paul's eyes got huge and soft and his smile grew sweet and trembly, "I would be okay with that..."

"Okay then daddy and papa," Julian curled up between them with a yawn.

"Paulie, don't cry love," John giggled as Jules fell asleep.

Paul sniffled loudly and wiped his face, "He-he called me dad-"

John chuckled and kissed Paul's cheek softly, "I love you babe."

"I love you too, Johnny."