Six years ago, Dylan Caldwell was left behind by the love of his life without no clue as to why. It hurt for a long time, but now he has this little ray of sunshine and happiness in his life. His daughter Isabella.
Between being a partner at a firm...
Dylan's mind was a total and utter blank, because honestly, what the fuck would you do if you accidentally smashed a plate on someones head? He didn't know if he should be digging up a hole and getting a fake passport to skip the fuck out of town, mostly because HE STILL HASN'T CHECKED NOAH'S GODDAMN PULSE.
He bent down besides Noah's unconscious body and the first thing that popped up in his mind was that maybe the sweater he bought Noah was to small because his muscles were literally b-u-l-g-i-n-g. The second thing that popped up was also bulge-related, but a very inappropriate one considering their current situation. Dylan blamed the excess adrenaline from what he low-key believed to be a heist.
Dylan checked Noah's pulse and cringed at the scenario in front of him, reminiscent of a low-budget parody porn containing a doctor and patient scene, not in any way helpful against the currently inappropriate bulge in his pants. Although, when he felt the steady and rhythmic thumping against his fingertips, the thought magically subsided and so did his problem downstairs. Dylan promised himself to take this to the grave, because two could keep a secret if one of them was unconscious.
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The second he found out that Noah was okay, Dylan initially wanted to move him to a more comfortable place and wait for him to wake up, but seeing as Noah was six foot something tall, equipped with muscle and containing approximately zero point something body fat, the only thing he could do was bring a pillow from his room to make him comfortable and a blanket from the living room to regulate his body warmth.
He sat by the breakfast nook and waited for Noah to wake up, and approximately five to ten minutes later he heard a grunt and saw Noah's body stirring under the blanket. Dylan was by Noah's side as he was finally sitting upright on the kitchen floor with a dazed and bewildered look on his face. Before Noah knew exactly what was going on, Dylan was clutching on to his body, relieved that he was living and breathing.
"Are you feeling okay?" Dylan asked, worried that Noah was experiencing any internal damage from the blow. He nodded and somehow Dylan felt the need to punch him lightly on his bicep. "Don't. You. Ever. Do. That. Again." Dylan accentuated every word with a punch.
Noah let him and chuckled lightly. "What happened?" He asked, confused about why he was lying on the floor on the first place. "I smashed a plate on your face." Dylan answered plainly and straight to the point. "Why did you do that?" Noah questioned further, seemingly unaffected by the fact that Dylan assaulted him with a ceramic dish. "Because you broke into my house, you creepy stalker." Dylan answered, baffled that Noah was unaware that his actions might lead to an outcome like this.
Dylan watched Noah quietly ponder the information that was given to him, and when he looked like he was about done thinking about the whole scenario he smiled suggestively. "That's hot." He said and wiggled his eyebrows. Dylan was shocked, and he should've known better than to be shocked due to the fact that he knew exactly what kind of person Noah was.
"We should re-enact that sometime, preferably under sexier circumstances, Hugsband. Besides, you gave me a key, I thought that it was for occasions like this." Noah grinned. Dylan was now done with this conversation. He grabbed the pillow and hit Noah on his stupidly smug face and proceeded to leave him while he scrambled to stand up from the kitchen floor.
Dylan bypassed the living room, went up the stairs and into his office with Noah right behind him. Noah then made himself comfortable on the seat across from Dylan's desk, with his hands crossed on his chest and smug smile still intact. Dylan tried his hardest to ignore the way Noah's biceps would flex and went on to discuss more important topics. "So, any ideas on how our fictional marriage came to be?" Dylan asked and judging by the grin on Noah's face, you could say that Dylan was up for a crazy and maybe mildly erotic ride.
"Yeah, lots! Okay, listen to this. I arrive on your driveway, atop a mighty black stallion-" Noah started narrating. He motioned his hands on a straight line across his face and his eyes following suit, as if he was reciting a magical moment in a fairytale.
"Nope. Not that. Never that." Dylan intervened.
"We were trapped inside a cave, snowed in by the terrifying blizzard. Freezing to the bone, the only thing that kept us warm was the way we made sweet lo-"
"Next." It went on like this for at least a half hour. The following stories getting more and more ridiculous, but also more amusing to listen to.
"I knocked you up! Put a baby in you!"
"That's not even anatomically possible, Noah." Dylan laughed, feeling himself relax for the first time in a week and a half. Noah joined in and the laughing continued on for about a couple of minutes.
Noah slowly rose up from the seat that he had previously occupied and moved to the other side of the desk where Dylan firmly sat. He leaned his tall figure carefully on the mahogany workspace and looked deeply into Dylan's eyes. "Okay, how about this? We tell everyone the real story about how we met and started dating, and also about how we broke up when you got Izzy but we still remained friends. You know? Stick to the real stuff." Dylan nodded, agreeing with the fact that keeping the story as real as possible would help with the credibility.
"Then we tell them about the first time I actually met Isabella about three years after we broke up, at that sugar-pumpkin painting thing the department chaperoned at the community building on Halloween?" Dylan almost forgot about that. Isabella went as Olaf from the movie Frozen, while all the other girls went as princesses.
She got really scared that night due to the older kids' more advanced and scary costumes, so she wanted the biggest and bravest person in the building to protect her, and when she saw Noah she pointed to him and wouldn't let him go for the duration of that night. "Then you invited me to dinner with you and Isabella as thanks, and that it was the first time I actually experienced what I was missing out on. Then we can tell them that I visited you guys almost every day, craving that sense of family and fulfillment that I felt whenever I was with the both of you." Noah continued.
"And the fact that that was the only thing on my mind for about six months until I finally gathered up the courage to ask you guys if you would let me be a part of your family for the rest of our lives." Noah chanced a look at Dylan the moment he was finished with the sentence, and Dylan gulped loudly before he wiped a rouge tear or two and schooled his expression back from awestruck to nonchalant.
"Yeah, that'll work." Dylan rasped, tongue-tied and at a loss for words.
