FAMILY BOND

Chapter 6

"Aren't you ready to go to bed yet? We gotta get up early in the morning." Adam yawns as he walks into Tim's office.

"Yeah, I'm almost done." Tim says as he glances up from the papers he was looking over and smiles at his sleepy husband. "And we don't have to get up that early. We can leave at any time."

"So, what are you looking at?" Adam asks with another yawn.

"Bank statements." Tim answers.

"Are we broke?" Adam asks with a serious tone.

"Not quite." Tim chuckles at his husband's seriousness. He removes his glasses and lays them on the desk then leans back in his chair. Picking up the statements, he holds them out to Adam.

"You're going to let me look at them?" Adam asks with a shocked expression.

"You're my husband. You should know what's in our bank account." Tim states, still holding the papers out to the blond. "But then, if you don't want to know." Tim adds as he starts to lay the papers down.

"Who said I didn't." Adam says as he quickly snatches the bank statements.

Tim smiles as he crosses his legs and folds his arms over his chest. Watching Adam's face carefully.

"Tim?" Adam says softly as his eyes grow larger. He glances up and then backs down at the papers. "Oh. My. God."

"You look a little pale, Sweetheart." Tim smirks.

"I...I need to sit down." Adam says as he lays his hand on his chest.

Tim uncrosses his legs so Adam could sit down in his lap.

"Five ... five." Adam was unable to form a sentence as he slowly sits down on his husband's lap still staring at the papers. "Holy sh*t! Five...?"

"Five hundred million to be exact, Angel Face. That's in our regular bank. There are two banks in Switzerland holding twenty-five million each. Like I said before, my father was a very smart businessman BUT he was an even better con-artist." Tim says as he gently pulls at his chin whiskers. "No one ever suspected him. Being an only child, I got every single dime of it."

"Oh, my God. I mean, I knew you were rich but this?" Adam says as he leans back into his husband's arms.

"But, it's your's too, Sweetie." Tim whispers in his ear. "And tomorrow, we'll be flying to Belize in style. In the Foust private jet. It's fueled and ready to go whenever we get there."

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The ticking of the clock on the wall as the pendulum swung back and forth was the only sound. The gang sat quietly in the den as they waited impatiently for Tim and Adam.

All their luggage had been packed in the van the night before. 

"What time is our flight? Does anyone know?" Avi asks, breaking the silence.

"Nope." Eddie answers as everyone else only shakes their head.

"Maybe they overslept." Austin says.

"No, they're awake. I heard voices from inside their room as I walked by." Chris says.

They all looked at the doorway as they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Adam giggling at something Tim had said.

The couple walks into the room, holding hands and smiling. Tim had a bag hanging from his shoulder that contains their last-minute pack-ups.

Their smiles fade as they see the seriousness of their friends' faces.