wings // garrance fanfiction

chapter 21

im such an asshole i love it 😂😂 ^

It felt like years until both men got Nicolás and Valeria to sleep. And when they did, both men quickly paced downstairs and onto the couch, pulling blankets over them and passing out. This was normal for Garroth, he always got tired and fell asleep after working really hard. But Laurence was a whole other different situation. He was conflicted. He sat on the couch as the small blonde rested on his chest, his steady breaths moving in sync with Garroth's soft snores. Laurence was so worried and didn't understand how to do anything. What was he supposed to do about the kids? He couldn't bring them back home to Bruno and their abusive mother. He tried his best to help them but at this point he was lost. "Laurence?" There was a soft voice calling his name and Laurence quickly snapped his head towards the stairs, where he could see Nicolás standing there.

"Nicolás? Why are you awake? It's 4 in the morning!" He questions the child, twirling his fingers in the sleeping blonde's curls affectionately.

"Why are you awake?" Nicolás shoots back, walking into the living room and sitting on the loveseat beside the couch where the two men laid. The brunette chuckles in defeat, his head resting back on his pillow and his eyes looking over at the silent boy. Nicolás looked around the room, admiring the fireplace and the framed pictures on the walls. His eyes sparkled when he noticed the chandelier above and thats when he finally spoke again, "You have such a nice environment."

"What?" Laurence is quick to respond, his eyes squinted and his head turned to the side in confusion.

"I mean, this house is so beautiful. It's cozy and welcoming. I feel like I would be able to stay here forever. You⎯you're so well taken cared of. And what do I have? An abusive mother who's never home most of the time and a horrible decorated house. One where I have to cook and clean and where I have to medicate my siblings when their sick because my parents aren't there to do it themselves! That's what I have," Nicolás rants on and on, tears running down his face, causing his tan skin to flush into a rose red color.

"Nicolás, you know that if you ever want to get out of your house, you can just tell me, right?"

"But that's everyday! It's everyday that I want to be out of my house!" The boy violently screams, startling both Laurence and Garroth, who woke up with a jump.

"What the—what is going on? Nicolás are you alright?" The younger grown up asks, sitting up and off of Laurence's chest with a concerned expression.

"I'm fine, just tired," Nicolás softly whispers and wipes the tears off his face with the bottom of his shirt. He leans back into the loveseat, looking around at the house and examining it once again.

"Baby, why don't you go upstairs and sleep, hmm?" Laurence suggests, rubbing Garroth's arm gently. Garroth seems to understand what Laurence was trying to say so he didn't argue. Once the blonde is gone and upstairs, Laurence sits up on the couch and sighs softly.

"I'm sorry. I ruined your night," Nicolás apologizes quietly and leans his head against the back of the loveseat. He continues with his staring, looking around the room with a pained expression.

"You didn't ruin—"

"How's your dad?" The boy suddenly asks, looking over at the older man for a response. Laurence falls silent after being cut off mid-sentence and his eyes lock onto the floor.

"He's getting better. How's your rib cage?" He quickly tries to change the subject and move it to Nicolás' health.

"Do you think your dad would be angry if you had children?" The boy doges Laurence's question and turns the topic of conversation right back to the older's father. Laurence's eyes widen and his eyebrows furrow strictly.

"Nicolás what're you saying? Are you sure you're okay? You're acting weird."

"I want to be happy, Laurence. ¿Crees que es fácil ser feliz con un naufragio de un hogar?"

"No I don't think it's easy, but I know you can do it. You can be happy."

"Damnit Laurence why won't you understand what I'm trying to say?!" Nicolás snaps, screaming at the top of his lungs. The water in his eyes were back and now were rushing down his face like a waterfall.

"Nicolás! Tell me what you're trying to say to me, don't cry please!" Laurence stands up and swiftly walks over to the loveseat that the crying child was sitting in. He crouches down next to the loveseat, leveling his eyes with Nicolás'.

"I don't want to go back home! I don't want to live there anymore. I feel more comfortable here than I ever did over there, and I feel safer here. I don't have to cook or medicate my siblings when they're sick or hungry, I don't have to worry about going to sleep and waking up with a beating from my mom every night!" The room suddenly falls silent as the child sobs softly in his hands.

"Y-You want me to adopt you? Call you my child?"

"You and Garroth's child. Please? I don't want to go home," Nicolás looks up and into the older latino's eyes with a pleading look.

"Well what about your siblings? Valeria and Sebastián?" Laurence sighs and rests his head on the armrest of the loveseat. He was sold. He would adopt all three of them even if it meant he had to pay one million dollars. However, what if Bruno and Garroth had different views? What if Bruno didn't want to give up his children to Laurence, what if Garroth wasn't ready to care for a family?

"Them too! Think about it, Laurence! Sebastián, Valeria, and I living here with you and Garroth, being a family and being happy. Doesn't that sound better than what we have now?"

Laurence softly smiles at Nicolás as the clock strikes 5 AM. "Yeah," he mutters as his hand connects to Nicolás' shoulder, "yeah it does."