Fountain of Youth (Fruk)

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The light coming from the window woke me. My eyes widened quickly, and I shot you from the bed.

I was naked, and the bed was messy.

What the hell was going on?

I looked around and to my right was...

There was...

I shut my eyes and held myself as I tried to remember.

ARTHUR!

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ARTHUR!

ARTHUR!

ARTHUR!

What the hell is wrong with me?

I can't forget stuff like this. How is this happening without me realizing it? I thought it would be easy to remember stuff.

He was also naked but was covered with a blanket. He was holding onto his pillow tightly and slept peacefully. Looking at him, I couldn't help but smile and touch his hair softly.

I should tell him about what will happen; it's only right. Maybe we could figure something out? At least before the boys get here.

"Arthur?..." I whispered. He began to breathe in deeply, then out. "What?..." he whispered. I couldn't help but laugh at him; he was so cute.

Suddenly...

His eyes shot open, and he looked at me horrified.

"WHO ARE YOU? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!" He yelled. His sudden outburst caused me to jump, and he was finally wide awake.

Arthur had fallen out of bed, and I watched as he quickly gathered himself. "Whoa! Calm down!" I spoke. I quickly stood up and used the blanket to cover my lower half.

Once he finally stood up, I saw that he did the same. The only difference was he had a weapon in hand now. He had grabbed the vase that was resting on the nightstand from his side.

"Whoa! Calm down! It's me! Francis!"

"BULLSHIT! I DON'T KNOW A FRANCIS! ...who are you? And what are you doing in my bed? And why am I naked? And why are you naked?... OH, GOD! DID I GET DRUNK, AND WE HAD SEX? But I don't remember going to the pub! Are you an intruder? Did you break into my house?"

"Arthur! Please..."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"It's me! Francis! Please! Just calm down!" I lifted my hands and tried to come closer, but he began to shout. "HELP! HELP! THERE IS AN INTRUDER!" Arthur shouted. Damn it! Someone is going to think I'm killing him.

I began to go toward him, but he held the vase up! "Arthur! It's me! We are..."

"We are what?!"

"We are...married..."

"LIAR!" Arthur jumped on the bed and began to run away from me. "Get down! I can explain everything, but you need to calm down first!" I tried to say. I finally reached for him and pulled him from the bed, causing him to drop the vase. "LET GO OF ME!" He shouted and thrashed around. "NO! NOT UNTIL YOU CALM DOWN!"

"Yeah? It's hard to do that when you are holding me down!" He shouted and tried to jab me. Luckily, I knew all his moves, so I could avoid them as he tried to hit me.

He began shaking himself around, and my eyes widened as I realized it was getting harder to keep him still. "LET GO OF ME!" he shouted. Arthur began to flare around again, but I held him close. "Just calm down for a minute!" I tried to say.

I started to hear this weird commotion, but I could not react to see what was going on.

WHAT A FUCKING MORNING!

The door to the room flung open, and I stood still as my eyes laid on our two sons, who looked worried. Their worry soon disappeared, and they looked shocked...then confused...then horrified in a matter of seconds.

"DADS?!" They shouted in unison.

Arthur had also frozen and did not try to get out of my grasp. "Oh my god, Francis, are you okay?" He spoke. "Francis?" Matthew spoke, horrified. I finally let go of Arthur, and he turned to me, worried. "I am sorry; I did not mean to hurt you; I don't know what came over me," he spoke. I laughed nervously but knew we had more important things to worry about.

We were naked, our kids were standing right there, and we did not look how we were supposed to. "Hey...boys..." I spoke nervously.

"Dad? What's going on? Why do you look like that?" Alfred asked, horrified. Arthur suddenly turned to them and adjusted the sheet around his waist to cover himself. "We can explain everything, but please don't freak out!" Arthur tried to say. "Yes! Just give us a minute to gather ourselves, and I promise we can explain everything," I spoke. However, despite our reassurance, they looked in shock and horror as they stared at us.

Their faces had turned pale as if they had seen a ghost. "Please..." I spoke. Alfred looked at me, then at Arthur, then Matthew, and then slowly shut the door. "Okay...I'm trying not to freak out; tell me everything is going to be fine," Arthur spoke. "I'm sorry, darling, but I'm not sure about this one...they looked spooked," I spoke. I had dropped the sheet around my waist and was now visibly naked. Arthur turned back to me, looked down at my privates, then looked me straight in the eye. "Put some clothes on, have some decency," he spoke.

I glared at him for what he said. He was also naked!

I rolled my eyes at him and shoved him. "Please shut up already," I spoke. I tried not to laugh in front of him, but his smirk told me that he knew I wanted to laugh, just as he did.

I slowly smiled at him, but I felt sadness behind it. "Arthur, I need to tell you something," I started. He smiled at me and shook his head. "Don't! Please don't say a thing to me right now! We will get dressed, explain to our children what has happened, and figure this out. Do you understand?" He asked. I nodded at him, but I still felt sad. Could it be that he knew deep down? He couldn't, right? That would be impossible!

"Okay then," I spoke.