Sleepy Bois Turnabout?

Today Is Gonna Be Good!

It was going to be a good day.

That had been his thought as Phil stepped out into his porch to enjoy the chill. It really was picturesque; sun rays coming through the clouds, distant city sounds contrasting the nature-filled yard, a hot cup of tea in his hands to counter the first cold day of the year, it was just nice.

Phil sat down on one of the porch chairs and relaxed. He was glad to finally be going back to work but still wanted to soak up every last bit of his "retirement" as possible.

Of course, he never actually planned to retire completely, but asking for an undetermined amount of years off probably would not have gone over well even for someone reputable as him. Still, he wanted to focus on his sons and had enough money saved and a successful enough career to convincingly go into an early "retirement" then decide to come back once his boys were mostly grown. Perfectly legal. He doubted anyone really believed his little ruse anyway. On his last day, his coworker had simply shaken his head and said "you're really a lawyer, Phil."

It's not like he ever really took a break from the law anyway. He spent so much time helping Technoblade he might as well have just stayed working. That couldn't have actually have worked though, in no small part to Techno becoming a defense attorney. If Phil had still been a working prosecutor Techno would have probably not been able to accept so much of his help. Not that he wasn't perfectly capable on his own, it's just Phil knew how much it helped to actually have someone standing next to you, especially your first few trials and especially with Techno's stage anxiety. He never looked it, but in a stressful unfamiliar situation, that poor boy would cave.

Besides, Phil had three sons. He didn't retire just for Techno and had still had needed the flexibility to be able to help Wilbur and Tommy if they needed it. If he was actually on a case he couldn't have put it aside as he'd needed to when Wilbur broke his leg, or when Techno got into a fight, or when Tommy needed help with school. Now that Wilbur and Techno were out on their own and Tommy was old enough to be relatively independent he could go back.

Honestly, he'd originally planned to wait until all his sons were graduated but as much he enjoyed the freedom of retirement he was not ready for it yet. He'd found himself counting the days until he could properly get back to work and ended up deciding Tommy, trouble as he was, did not need as much attention as his brothers had. Besides, with Techno and Wilbur both moved out it was probably a good idea to have some steady household income. He was smart with his savings but not stupid enough to solely rely on them for the rest of his life.

Phil closed his eyes for a minute to enjoy his own gratitude. He knew that these past few years were possible because of his hard work and success but he still couldn't help feeling incredibly lucky. He was, he supposed. Lucky he'd been able to get into a good school. Lucky he'd never had a too-stupid or corrupt judge. Lucky he'd never been stuck with a career-screwing case. Lucky he'd been in the right places at the right times to meet and adopt his family.

His thoughts hovering on his sons, Phil pulled out his phone.

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[Family Chat]

Philza: Hello boys

Technoblade: Whats up.

Philza: I was just thinking about you guys

Philza: Mentally preparing to go back to work and all that

Philza: How are you?

Technoblade: Busy.

Philza: I thought you just finished a case

Philza: Got a new one already?

Technoblade: Nah, just wrapping up the same one.