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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HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH!!!
"Matthew, wake up." The Canadian felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes. He was in his old room. The furniture had been rearranged a little, but he could still recognize the dark blue paint that Alfred had chosen and the hockey posters that were now wrinkled and curling up around the edges. Lars was sitting on the edge of the bed, pipe between his lips as always. "I fell asleep?" "Yeah. A few hours ago, apparently." "What time is it?" "Almost dinner. You want to go out?" "Yeah." Matthew sat up and stretched his body out. "Are you feeling okay?" "Yeah." "You look a little pale." "I just need food. How long until I can get that?" "There was a restaurant not that far away from here." "Let's go, then." Matthew slipped out of bed and took the shoes that Lars handed him. The pair made their way downstairs where they found Peter bouncing on the couch, Arthur begging him to come down. "You're too bloody old to be doing this." "Wendy invited me to her birthday party! Can I go? Pleeeeeeeease!" Matthew smiled softly. At least his dad was still kept on his toes. "Okay. Fine." The Brit turned and smiled at Matthew. "It was great to see you again." "I'll think about what you said." Matthew pulled his father into a tight hug. "I love you." Arthur laughed softly. "I love you too, son." Matthew pulled away and knelt to slip his shoes on. He looked up to see the bookshelf in the corner, the entire thing covered in books. His books. He finished tying his laces and stood, loosing his balance a little before Lars nudged him upright. "Anyway...bye." "See you." Lars lead Matthew outside and let him into the car before slipping in himself. "What was all that about?" He asked. "What was what aboot?" "You thinking about what he said or whatever?" Lars started the car up and started backing out of the driveway. "He wants me to move back in with him." "What do you think?" "I dunno...it would be cheaper for him, cuz he wouldn't be paying for two places...but do I really want to be around him all the time? That was the whole reason I left." "You don't have to decide right now, but just know that my place is closer to here than your place." Lars said as they drove along. "Why is that a benefit?" "I have a hot tub and you've never been there." "You never told me you had a hot tub." "I'm telling you now. But driving all the way to my place for brand name jacuzzi with all the bubbles and a mini sauna is way more extra than walking a few blocks to relax in nice warm water and a possible back massage from yours truly." "Can...can we go there on the way back?" "Hell no!" "Awe...but...what if I stayed the night?" Lars lifted an eyebrow. "Nee." "Oh come on! I know you have spare rooms! And...I don't want to be alone tonight..." "Why not?" "Because..." Matthew looked down at his lap as Lars pulled into the restaurant. "I just don't want to be alone after having people around so long." Lars sighed out a long breath, considering what Matthew had said to him. "Okay. You can stay the night at my house." "Yes!" "But only if you move back in with your dad." Oh no!
