Matthew hasn't seen his father in eleven years.
But now Arthur wants him to babysit his younger brother while he goes off to London with his new husband.
He doesn't know who this kid is and has never babysat before.
But one thing is clear about t...
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I saw a beaver.
"Will you be alright?" Lars asked as Matthew opened the door to his car. "I'll be fine." Matthew assured the three in the car. "How long will you be?" "Just take your time and come back when you're done." "Take care." Gilbert waved from the back seat. "You too." He closed the car's door and turned toward the gates of the cemetery, adjusting the two flower bouquets in his arms. One was composed of roses and the other was of those little blue flowers Alfred had liked so much he had extra this year. He felt like he needed to make up for his father not being there. The grave site was exactly how he left it a year ago. A series of four plots were set beside each other, but more plots had been added for Lukas and Peter. Matthew ignored them like usual. He sat down in the grass between the two headstones, leaning back on his hands and closing his eyes. "I'm back again...a day early too." He whispered softly. "Dad couldn't make it because he's playing around in London with his new man." There used to be a time when he and Arthur would visit the graves together. It only happened for a year or two, but they would visit a lot more. They just sat around quietly with their own thoughts. But then Arthur met Lukas and the visits became less and less until it was only a yearly thing. But by then Matthew had left. Now he only visited the day after the anniversary of their deaths. This was the first year he actually visited on the date since he took off. It felt really good to do that again. Maybe next year he could come early or maybe come later. If he ran into Arthur he could just hide out until he left. That was a long way off anyway. He should just worry about that when the time came. "I miss you guys so much it's unbelievable." Matthew set his hand on top of Alfred's headstone. "It's pretty lonely without you guys still, but I still have Lars and there's this guy staying with me named Gilbert. He's pretty hot I guess...and he's got a cute ass..." Matthew's face got hot just thinking about how round and probably firm it was. "And dad's other kid is staying with me for a while...I dunno...he's a sweet kid." The Canadian curled up in the grass, letting the light breeze dance over him. He had nothing else to say so he just let his mind take him away wherever it pleased. He found himself drifting softly into a slumber, his thoughts morphing into dreams.
"Come to zhink of it...I 'aven't 'eard from Alfred in a few 'ours." Francis pointed out after a few movies. "He had a headache so he's taking a nap." Matthew replied without a second of hesitation. He was used to covering for Alfred's shenanigans. "I should go check on 'im." "No! It's fine!" Matthew insisted. Francis gave him a quizzical look. "Where is 'e, mon petit?" Matthew sighed, about to let the secret out, but he was interrupted by Arthur trudging down the stairs. "Has anybody seen Alfred? He's not in his room..." "Matthieu..." "He...went to a party..." "A WHAT?!" Arthur rushed to the phone, dialling a number that could only be his eldest son's. He paced the room as he waited for him to pick up. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?!" He asked once his call was answered. Matthew ducked his head down, feeling guilty for ratting his brother out. "I DON'T CARE IF ITS A FRIDAY. IF YOU WANT TO GO TO A PARTY YOU ASK FIRST." "Mon Cher, calm down." "OUR SON IS A DELINQUENT. HOW CAN I CALM DOWN." "Arzhur..." "Find your own way home, Alfred. I'm not picking you up from that place." The Brit slammed the phone down and dropped onto the couch. "I'll pick 'im up." Francis sighed, getting up from the couch. "Don't give him the pleasure." Arthur groaned. Francis smiled softly and rolled his eyes. "I'll be back in a little while." He planted a kiss on Matthew's head and then his husband's, even though the latter only replied with a grunt. "Love you." Matthew whispered out of habit. "Je t'aime aussi!" Francis called as he stepped out of the house. "He's grounded." Arthur scoffed the moment Francis's car pulled out of the driveway. "I know." "You're grounded too, for not telling us." "Fair enough. I'm going to bed." Matthew dropped his phone, which he had turned off, in Arthur's lap, not wanting to make things any worse. "See you in the morning." "Night."
