You're my only cure.

chapter seventeen~

Evan's p.o.v

I was in bed, laying next to my British husband; he was fast asleep. I smiled at this and brought him closer to me. Surprisingly, Craig nuzzled his face into my neck.

  Not going to lie, it kinda tickled. I let out a subtle chuckle at this, it is quite an adorable sight at such an early hour. Usually by this time Tony— our seven year old son— would have jumped on our bed to wake us up, but he his in Canada with my parents(his grandparents) for two weeks. It was nice to be able to stay in bed for an extra two hours...unless our newly adopted little girl, Damien, began to scream for either of us. Then, it wouldn't be so nice for one the of us who tended to her.

"Ugh, baaaabe?" Craig stirred awake. I kissed his forehead and rubbed his back. "Morning sleepy," I teased. He looked up at me, his gold hazel eyes locking with my own deep brown. He sighed and yawned. "It's nice not to have Tony wake us up at this time." Craig remarked, his voice raspy from sleep. I nodded in agreement but then fixated my gaze towards the doorway. "What the fuck?" I mumbled. "What?" Craig's face grew confused. "Damien somehow got out of her crib; she's standing in the doorway." I answer.  "How is that possible? She's too small to climb over and too pudgy to squeeze through the bars. And Damien is also blind, so it would've been hard for her to find our bedroom." I just shrugged and got up.

  I got out of bed and walked over to our daughter. Picking her up and bringing her into bed with Craig and I, I kiss her forehead. "How's my angel doing?" I ask. She just smiles, giving a thumbs up. I giggle before bringing her into a hug. "Don't suffocate her babe," Craig teased drowsily. "I'm not." I replied. "Ehhhh, papa let gooooo!" She squealed, a giggle at the end. "No, I won't let you go because I love you!" I joked. Craig sat up and reached for his glasses on the nightstand on his side. He put them on, a smile forming on his face at the sight of us. "Come on now you goofballs, let's get some breakfast..... Even though it's 7:19am." He remarked as he got out of bed. I followed his suggestion and got out of bed still holding Damien.

"Daddy, where do babies come from??" Damien asked. I hold back my laugh, water almost coming out of my nose. "Umm, well you see–" Craig gets interrupted by Damien asking: "Do babies come from trees?" I tried keeping my laugh hidden, but ultimately failed. Craig chuckled, but you could see on his face he was embarrassed by this. "Damien, babies come from storks." There was a long pause after he answered.

"Are storks pedophiles?" I instantly halted my fit of laughter. "Honey," I began. "Where did you learn that word from?" I asked in a serious voice. She just shrugged and continued eating her Poptart™. Both Craig and I stared at her, our eyes wide in awe. Craig then got up from beside her, pulling me aside; still in view of our daughter in case she suddenly falls. "How in the fucking world did she learn a word like that?!" He whispered, clearly irritated. I shrugged. "I don't know, Craig, YouTube? Her old family? Us maybe..?" I suggested. He scratched his forehead with an exasperated sigh.

I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes to think how our five year old learned the fucking word 'pedophile.' It's really mind boggling when your child picks up a bad or dirty word, when you have no idea where they got it from. "You never know, it probably was from us most likely. We do tend to shout or say things loudly unintentionally." Craig took a step and stood affront me now. "You have a point there," my voice hushed. Craig pecks my cheek and wraps his arms around me. I melted in his grasp, it was comforting to be held by him. His hugs were and still are the best. Wrapping my arms around him as well, I listen to steady heartbeat. This was very soothing to me, though I can't really explain why it had this effect on me. Maybe it was because in that moment everything was quiet in the early hours of the day, or maybe it was because I was tired; whichever the reason may be, I'll never know.

  Craig slowly let his hands drupe down my back. My eyes glanced over my shoulder to his hands, but he planted a kiss on my temple. I smiled weakly and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. Suddenly, I felt him grasp my ass. "No, not now babe. It's too early and I'm tired." I whined. Craig pouted, but again planted a kiss on my temple. He and I released each other from our grasp, going back over to Damien.

A few hours had passed by and I was in my little office were I record. "Tyler! You're supposed to do dat man!" I laugh. "WELL I COULDN'T BECAUSE SOMEBODY WAS FOCKING SHOOTING AT ME!" He screeches into his mic. I could hear Lui and Marcel dying from laughter in the background. I too was laughing, tears forming in the corners of my eyes from my fit of laughter. "I-I-I can't! M-My-My fucking stomach hurts f-from laughing!" Lui said between his hysterical laughter. "Oh my god," I breathed. "That was the most I've ever laughed in a long ass time," I wiped the tears from my eyes. Tyler giggled. "Same here man." Marcel then coughed in the background.

"Aw shit!" Marcel groans. "Wot?" Tyler asked, his voice distant; indicating he wasn't close to his mic. "I gotta go guys, Simon wants to check out a place for our anniversary." He explained. "Wait! Take me with you, I want to get some Cheerios!" Lui spoke in his squeaker voice. Marcel chuckled. "I wish I could, Lui, but I don't think Simon will appreciate you tagging along." He then said his goodbyes and left.

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Okay, so I'm so fucking sorry about making their second kid ask where babies come from and ask if storks are pedophiles but I had to add that shit man. XD
I was writing this when I was on FaceTime with my (now) ex girlfriend Red. At the time, I was on the fucking ground because I was hella laughing. lol

Anyways, I hope you guys did enjoy the chapter, like you guys always do.
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That is it for now friends/readers, I will talk to you guys soon.
Good Bye

Love Johnny~