Bent Bunny Ears {5SOS}

Four

"Mr. Hemmings, you have a call on line four. Your husband said it was urgent. I'm sorry."

The blond smiled as he assured the young girl it was okay, rounding his desk as she slipped out of the meeting he was in to answer the call, apologizing himself to the pair waiting for him. They quickly dismissed it, letting him take the call as they merely settled back in their seats till he was done to speak back as he turned his back to them to have a little more privacy.

He hid the clipped tone, annoyed as he stared out the back window and held the desk phone to his ear with a tight clench of his jaw, greeting his husband quickly and asking what he needed while reminding him he was in a meeting.

"I...I messed up again, Luke. I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Shut up, Michael."

His tone went quiet and sharp, quickly fixing his face as he turned back to the pair and asked for a little more privacy to deal with the man anxiously waiting on the other side of the line. He smiled and waved, promising to have their time rescheduled and apologizing as the man and woman assured him it was okay and to take care of the urgent matter as he tried not to roll his eyes, telling them to go to his assistant to reschedule. He waited till the door closed before he turned back around, moving to start packing his things up as he held the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"Where is it?"

"He-um, it's still in our room."

He grew annoyed at his husbands shaky, nervous tone, standing back up with his anger in tone and phone in hand as he snapped, "Go take it's phone and don't let it leave like you did with number six. I'm on my way now."

"Okay, I'm sorry again. I love-"

He slammed the phone down and cut the other man off, swearing to himself as he grabbed his jacket to pull on and leave the office. He fixed his face before he stepped out, going out to his assistant to thank her for handling his meeting while he had to leave, telling her he'd be back as he moved to leave up the hall. His face dropped the second he was alone, completely pissed off as he took his phone out, holding it with an iron grip.

He wouldn't even say he couldn't believe this was happening again, knowing exactly that it would. He at least thought Michael could wait longer than barely half a year before he started again, not really disappointed but annoyed because he still hadn't even handled the last. He knew he couldn't voice any logic to his husband, knowing all he'd do is burst into tears and self pity rambles when that's all he ever did. Fuck up and then sulk about it forever, trying to make it up to Luke but he didn't care because they were always false promises.

Sixteen years of messing up and having to clean behind the man he was stuck with through marriage, always having to keep his appearance up and proper to make sure his image wasn't sullied because his husband was a weak, pathetic man. He had been chasing around him for years that he knew there was no point in not preparing beforehand as the message Michael sent was read out about the issue having taken the tea and that he was moving it.

He didn't respond, knowing Michael was hanging onto his phone in anticipation of his commands, as if they hadn't done this plenty of times before. It's how Michael always was, had started off as adoring with how much he relied on him to now where it pissed him off and annoyed him to no end when the man walked around with soft tones and big, searching eyes for some direction all the time. He smiled at their neighbors, rushing smoothly to keep from them trying to grab conversations as he went into his house.

Michael came rushing out, clearly from downstairs as Luke rolled his eyes, snapping at him to get some clothes on. The man apologized again, the blond dropping his things on the couch and pushing past him to go down under the home as he rolled his sleeves up and slipped the ponytail holder from his wrist to pull his hair from his face. He tilted his head as he looked down at the sleeping boy, crouching down to see his face better without touching him with nothing covering his hands. He scoffed as he finally caught better sight when the boy shifted, standing up to look at Michael when the man came down.