This is a small story involving the two main characters of my story MCA, Chris belonging to @GreenTeaAxolotl .
"P-Papa!" The 2 year old boy screamed at his father as he tried to reach up on the counter. Damien chuckled as he picked up the crimson haired child and held him up, "What's wrong my little smart man?" Martin stared at him for a moment before reaching out onto the counter, which had a batch of cookies that had yet been put into the oven.
His father shook his head, grabbing the pan and placing it into the waiting oven, "No no Martin, they're not done yet." This made the little boy start to get fussy and squirm. Damien knew what was coming and placed him on the ground as he started to bawl his eyes out. Martin ran over to his mother in the living room and clung to his leg, "M-Mama, c-c-cookie.!"
"P-Papa reing meenie.!", Chris smiled down at his soon and brought him up onto his lap, wiping his tears and caressing his puffy cheeks, "It's okay Martin, why are you being so fussy?" His mom asked in his sweet, calming voice.
"C-Cookie.!" Martin responded through his tears before burying his face in Chris's shirt. The red head gently pet his son's head and rocked him from side to side. He looked into the kitchen, seeing his husband coming back with one of the cookies his son desired.
Chris rolled his eyes before gently shaking him, "Martin, I think papa has something for you.." Martin still had some tears flowing down his forwing face when he removed it from the shirt, but upon seeing the cookie in his father's hand his face lit up and he grabbed the treat, nibbling on it's side.
Chris gently shook his head as Damien apologized to his son, "I swear you gave the twins an addiction to peanut butter.."
Damien looked back up at him and stared blankly, "..I don't see the issue.." He said before he burst into chuckling.
Before he could join his lover and son the couch, Martin started to try and reach across the room, whining with his mouth full. Damien turned to where he was reaching and saw the small little stuffed animal he always slept with, a little discolored fox he named 'Vera'. He got up and walked over to plush, grabbing it and returning to his family. "Verwa, Verwa.!" Martin called as he mouth got clear and he reached out.
His blacked haired father handed him the plush before sitting on the other side of Chris, Martin sitting on both of their laps. Damien draped his arm across the back of the couch and rubbed Chris's shoulder, planting a small kiss on his husbands cheek. Looking down he saw his son breaking off a piece of the cookie and putting it near where the plush's mouth would be. He looked up and saw his dad watching him "V-Verwa hungy.." He explained before going back to what he was doing.
Damien chuckled before returning his gaze upward and watching the current episode of Family Feud. Over the course of the next thirty minutes their son ate the last of his snack, tried to watch their show but ultimately getting bored and cuddling his stuffed animal, falling asleep for a nap.
After an hour or so of them watching their show there was a small knock on the door. Damien slowly got out from under his son and walked to the front door, opening it to see his mother holding onto the twin of the small boy inside. "Oh, thank you so much mom," He said taking the little black haired boy into his arms from his mother, "You have no idea how much he wanted to see you and dad today."
"Of course Damien, I'm always happy to see my grandsons, you four take care now!" She quietly called as she walked down the steps and towards her car. Damien waved her off as she drove away, closing the door afterwards and walking back towards the couch.
"Looks like someone had a tiring day.." Chris said silently as Damien sat back down and laid Derek next to his twin. The two boys cuddled together as they slept, their parents moving the hair out of their faces and returning to the next episode of the game show.
