Bad buddy one shots

24.

"Ah shit" Pat cursed under his breath as he dropped his credit card on the ground as he had been fiddling with it nervously throughout Pran's angry speech. 

"And watch your fucking language!" Pran exclaimed, having heard Pat's cursing much to the boy's dismay. 

Pran was angry at Pat for buying their son too much toys. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it, far from it actually, but the boy was being completely spoiled and Pran didn't want his son to think that he could have everything he wanted just by cutely asking Pat. 

Pat was too weak to his own son's charms and both Pran and their son knew it. Sakda would always take advantage of this knowledge to get everything he wanted from his father much to his dad's annoyance. 

"Fucking language." the small voice of Sakda echoed, catching both adults' attention. 

"Sakda!" Pran scolded in disbelief while his son looked up at him in confusion. "You can't say those words."

"But you said it."

"I know but I'm an adult. I'm allowed to say it, not you." Pran replied and Sakda only shrugged in return, going back to playing with his brand new toy his father had just bought him. When Pran looked up to resume his conversation, he took notice of the way Pat was holding back his laughter and he glared at him. 

"What are you laughing at?" he spat and Pat immediately stopped laughing, his face going back to a guilty expression. "This is the last time you do something like this without talking to me first, Pat. You can't just do that. Those are things we have to decide on together."

"It's just a toy, Prany.."

"No, it's not." Pran replied. "It's not just one. If it was, there wouldn't be a problem here. If you keep this up we'll be broke."

"You're exaggerating."

"I'm not and you know it." Pran sighed. He didn't like playing the bad cop like that but Pat wasn't leaving him with much of a choice now. "These are expensive, Pat. You can't keep doing this."

"Fine, I'm sorry." Pat said, maybe a bit colder than he meant it before walking away and leaving Sakda and Pran alone. 

"Is Dad angry?" Sakda asked, no longer playing with his toy and instead looking up at Pran in worry. Pran turned his head from the direction Pat had left and looked down at his son with a forceful smile. 

"He's not mad, sweetheart." he reassured and even though Sakda didn't seem that much convinced, the boy still nodded and went back to playing.

It wasn't until a few hours later that Pat came back home, walking into the living room where Pran and Sakda were still playing with his arms full with two huge bags. Pran turned to look at him only for his eyes to go wide at the sight. Pran could barely see his husband's face anymore with how much things he was carrying.

"What..." he muttered as he watched Pat put everything down on the floor with a wide smile on his face. "Pat." Pran called in a disappointed tone which didn't go unnoticed by Pat who's smile dropped as he turned to look at Pran with wide eyes in surprise. It had been years since Pat had heard this tone in Pran's voice. He didn't like it one bit. "I thought we were on the same page."

"What..are you talking about?" 

"Didn't we agree to stop this?" Pran asked as he pointed to what Pat had brought in with him. 

"Oh!" Pat said, his eyes lighting up once again. "I didn't buy any of this." he exclaimed happily and Pran looked sceptical.

"You didn't?"