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Warnings: Being a mother? idk (being called mummy and the use of daddy at the end (non sexual))
Summary: The Shelbys think it's time for Finn to man up, but they don't know the whole truth.
W.C. 1712
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Finn has always been the baby of the family, and none of his family saw him as anything but the young boy he was many years ago. That's why when they saw Finn in the late afternoon with a little boy, who couldn't be older than five, they just about had heart attacks.
There's no way their baby brother Finn had a kid. He was still a damn kid himself!
Thankfully, it was John who spotted Finn first and took it upon himself to spy on his little brother. Over the course of a couple of days, John saw Finn with this little boy at the bakery, at the park, and at school. It was at that point that John decided the rest of the family deserved to know.
"Did you see Finn's kid?" John said after a few too many drinks, after a late night at the Garrison. Arthur, Polly, and Tommy were there, and Finn himself was notably absent once again after saying he had a long day for the fifth time that month; the month was only half over.
"His fuckin what?" Arthur screamed, slamming his glass back onto the table.
"He's just a child, John!" Polly interrupted, "Of course, he doesn't have a kid."
"I saw him with me own eyes," John said a little lower, leaning forward with his forearms on the table. "Kid can't be older than five, but I saw Finn and the kid going round this place. I even saw Finn at the school! I didn't even think Finn knew where it was!"
"I don't believe that," Tommy chuckled lightly for once.
"Then ask him during the family meeting tomorrow," John offered.
The next day, everyone was on the lookout for Finn before the meeting. Usually on these days, he would be in the shop. Where was he? With you and Denny.
"Can you please pass the green crayon, Finn?" Denny asked, looking up towards you and Finn from his spot on the floor. He was laying on his stomach, colouring a couple of papers for a class project. Draw something that makes you happy.
"Sure thing, buddy," Finn said, leaning away from you to toss the green crayon over to the boy. "Do we get to see it yet?"
"No!" Denny replied loudly as he threw his arms over the paper to keep you and Finn from seeing it. "I'm not done yet!"
"But we don't even get a peek?" Finn teased, jokingly leaning around to try and see a bit of the paper.
"It's not ready yet!" Denny argued back as he threw his entire body over the paper. "You can't look at it yet!"
