FrUK: From The Start

Part Twenty Eight

A lot changed in that household over the next five years. There was the obvious growth of Peter, who got along well with Matthew but sucked attention from everybody around him. When Alfred was over for the holidays, the two would fight. But it was only because they were so similar.
Arthur noticed a lot of change in Matthew as well. Especially when it had to do with Ivan.
Their sleepovers started to take place in his bedroom more than the living room and began to be more about spending time together more than doing stuff. When Arthur walked into the boy's bedroom to tell the three to wake up, only to find Matthew slumbering deep in the Russian boy's arms, he knew his little Matthew was on the path to growing up.
By the sixth Christmas the family spent as a whole, both Matthew and Alfred had outgrown their fathers. Francis cried when it hit him for a full two hours. He didn't even leave the bathroom for a second.
When Matthew was only a few weeks from eighteen, Arthur was elated to send him off to prom. He and Ivan had their pictures taken on the back lawn shortly before Arthur drove them to the school.
They didn't return until an hour after their curfew, but Arthur didn't scold his son even though Matthew had apologized at least fifty times in the hour after he curled up in Arthur's bed for the night.
That was the other thing about Matthew. He slept in Arthur's bed. A lot.
It was mostly when he sensed that his father was in a bad mood, but sometimes he did it for his own comfort.
That night was just another one when he needed somebody by his side. Arthur had just guessed it was due to Matthew's guilt over staying out late.
But Arthur was wrong.
He should have known that something was off when Matthew asked for ginger ale the moment Arthur got out of bed, or even when he refused to get up at all.
It wasn't until the teen threw up that Arthur's suspicions began.
"Matthew...did you and Ivan...have sex last night..." Arthur sat down on the bed, placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder.
"Dad...don't be like papa. Please."
"I'm just trying to figure out what's making you sick..." Arthur said defensively.
Matthew sat up, going pale at the sudden movement. "Ivan doesn't have anything. He told me last night when we....uh..."
"So you did do it..." Arthur pursed his lips.
"I'm sorry. I just..." Matthew looked down at his hands.
"Matthew, I don't care if you slept with him. If it was your choice then I'm okay with it."
The Canadian sniffled before engulfing his father in a hug. "Thanks dad."
"Now...did you use protection?"
"Dad...we're both guys."
"So that's a no." Arthur swallowed. "Matthew I need you to get comfortable. There's something I need to tell you, and you're not going to like it."

Aw shit 0-0