The Decker and The Saint

Happy Thanksgiving from Victor and Matt

This short story will be a little different, the first one was written by Matt Miller (the rper) himself and with his permission, I am allowed to post it here, It is the word from word from the source then after that will be my fanfic I added on. 

Enjoy ^^ 

(Matt's Fanfic) 

I never write Fanfic but I felt this one would be good to write.

Matt silently passed victor some sweet potatoes the awakarness filled the air. The brit normally didn't celebrate thanks giving due to his unamarican heritage but since moving in with Victor he would with him and the saints. This year the two wouldn't be in america for the wonderful holiday so matt begged his parents to throw one for his love so he could still be thankful with family. But matt's plan backfired.

The food was amazing thanks to his mom being such a good cook but since Victor had never had a mom and a dad before he wasn't sure how to feel. Plus his brother was gone. Matt did his best to strike up conversation. "The food is really good mom!" "Thank you for helping her dad" "what do you think victor" he was only answered with a small nod or a little "yeah"

It wasn't until the family dog, bailey, jumped up on the table and tried to take victors food did the saint truely open up. This made everyone smile and laugh with him and the dog. The night started a but rough but ended up magical as victor welcomed his new family into his heart.

(My fanfic) 

Deciding to add from Victors pov from Matts cute little fanfic which you should read!!

[Matts fanfic|]

Enjoy ♡

Victor poked his meal, his stomach growling angrily at him in demands of feeding the delicious smelling meal yet nerves stopped him. He was so use to his brother throwing parties on this day back with the Saints, hearing Peirce and Shaundi blabber about what they were thankful for and Vincent and Johnny wrestle it out in the living room while the meal was being cooked. He did wonder if Kenzie was helping in the kitchen or locking herself away on the computer...but none of that mattered now. Here he was within a strange house, eating strange food in a foreign country he only saw on maps or tv. Admittingly it was sweet for his fiance to go through the trouble of asking his parents to do this for him, though he didn't ask for it he was thankful for it. It was his fault for not having a family growing up, only a gang of savages in the eyes of civil man.

He glanced to Matt who tried striking up conversation, filling the silver haired males plate with more sweet potatoes, the only thing he managed to stomach despite his nauseating nerves thst ate the food before his stomach acid could get the chance. Matts words caught his attention when a question was directed to him. "What do you think Victor?" Matt asked hopefully, causing the Saint to manage a nod and a faint
"Yeah" in reply. It was until he heard a dog barking that caused him to look up for once. The parents of Matt stood up, calling out to the beautiful creature as she jumped on Victor attempting to grab his meal, causing a smile to crack for once as he wrapped an arm around the dog and laughed.

"Who is this?" He asked, finding his voice while running his hands through the dogs well groomed coat.

"Bailey" the father replied, smiling himself to see the Saint finally opening up. Matt let out a relieved sigh, his own blue lips curled into a smile. The awkward air being lifted with the dog now resting on the floor and the four at the table talking about anything and everything. This was, to Victor, the best feeling. Finally having a family aside from his brother and the saints. He'll be sure to thank his lover in person later on that night