One Less Pill - Sequel to With One Pill - A Jamilton Smut and Story

We are okay... right? - 7

I don't know where I am going with this. Honestly if ur reading this i love u and thank you for being here.

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THOMAS's POV

I woke up to the sound of soft rain, and Alex's small body next to me. I smiled and wrapped my hand around his waist.

"Hey baby..." I whispered, kissing his bare shoulder. He shifted and looked up at me with sleepy eyes and a childish smile.

"Hiiii" he prolonged, stretching out his back. My lazy cat. I laughed and pulled him over me, kissing his lips and ran my hands through his hair. I looked up into his eyes. God.

We had been through so much. 

"Thomas?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Philip is okay?" 

I looked at him in confusion. Why wouldn't he be okay? He had a loving family, a cute boyfriend, and-

And he had scars. Anna's scars. 

My face contorted with understanding. I took a shaky breath and lifted Alex off the bed, standing. I plastered on a comforting smile. "Well, let's go check on our boy, huh? We can all go out today, he doesn't have school!" Alex smiled and nodded, his eyes lighting up. He turned around and lifted his arm, running in large and animated steps.

"TO OUR SON!" He yelled in a deep voice. I shook my head and laughed. What a dork. We entered our son's room to find him typing furiously on his laptop. He looked up at us, smiled, and then went back to his typing. Alex looked at me before walking up behind him.

"Whatchya' doin, Pip?" 

"Work."

"What type of work?"

"School work."

"Uhh, well, you don't have school today, so, how about we go out?"

"...nah."

"Aww, come on!" I chimed in, laughing and shaking his shoulders, spinning him around to face us. He rolled his eyes and smiled,  getting up.

"Fine. But what are we even gonna do? Laf and Herc are off on their vacation doing God knows what, A-Anna is...workign today, and-OH! OH OH OH DAD! PAPA!" He started randomly, his face lighting up. I laughed and motioned for him to continue.

"Can we take George out? And, and maybe have a sleepover???" He asked timidly. Me and Alex looked at each other with a knowing look. We both lurched at him and picked him up, swinging him in the air.

"YES YES YES YOU CAN MY GAY SONNN" Alex cried, me laughing next to him. Philip blushed and tried to break lose.

"O-Okay, thanks now LET ME GO!" He screamed, laughing loudly.

((THIS IS SO BAD IDEK WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME IDEASSSSS))

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The three boys arrived at Eacker's front door. Well, Philip arrived. Thomas and Alex hid behind a bush and giggled like idiots.

Philip smoothed down his shirts and rang the door bell. He could hear his parents giggling in the bushes. He looked to them and narrowed his eyes.

"Can you guys shut up??" Philip whispered viciously, groaning when Thomas shook his head and hid more of his laughs behind his hand. Eacker opened the door and looked up at Philip.

"Philip!!" He cried, jumping to give him a hug. Philip laughed and embraced the smaller boy. He pulled back and looked down at him.

"Hey you! Question; would you wanna go somewhere with me today? I've got jackshit to do, so..." 

"Yes! Yes yes yes let's skedadle!"

Phillip slapped his forehead. "Remind me again why we're dating?"

Eacker laughed and put his arms around Philip,s neck, getting dangerously close. Philip's eyes darted to his parents in the bushes.

"Cause of this~"

"U-Uh, George, w-wait my da-MMmM!" He was cut off as Eacker stood on his tiptoes and pressed his lips to Philip's, Philip giving in and holding the smaller boy's waist. Eacker pulled back and smirked.

"One point, me. Now you wait here, I'll go get ready." And with that, he rushed back in. Almost immediately, Alex and Thomas jumped up. Philip turned red and put his hands in the air.

"I-I'm sorry! I just- I didn't-"

"Boy," Alex interrupted, "You explain to me how you learned to do that at age 13 when it took me 22 years?" Thomas laughed heartily, Philip emitting a long sigh.

But he loved his parents.