𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢 ⚡︎𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙚

9

the next morning the two boys found themselves in the kitchen once again. except this time, they could feel a blond's presence near by, supervising.

"jacky, i'm so sorry. are you okay? in pain?" the roles were now reversed. zach was worried for jack. the permed boy left a small giggle leave his lips. he kind of felt bad, his best friend didn't know the sweet evening he shared with daniel and corbyn.

"yes, zachy, i'm okay. they didn't do anything after i told them. everything's okay." with a big relived sigh, the younger brought the other into a tight hug.

"you two better be watching that stove." a familiar brunette's voice spoke, walking into the room.

"hi, daddy." the shortest greeted giddily, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"hello, baby. how are you feeling, okay?" the boy nodded before whispering.

"i- i uhm... i told zach, daddy—i hope that's okay—i'm sorry if it's not! i just thought-"

"shh, it's perfectly fine, angel. just don't tell jonah, okay?"

"don't tell me what?"

well fuck.

"oh nothing, zach just slipped a cuss and i left him off with a warning 'cause he just got punished." the oldest hummed before walking towards the fringe to pull out juice.

"zachary, you know better." jonah said sternly.

"i-i know, daddy. i'm sorry." the tall brunette walked up to the boy before popping his ass.

"warning." and with that, jonah was gone. jack once again placed his attention on the bacon in the pan. a few minutes later the breakfast was finished with the help of daniel and corbyn.

all five sat at the table in the dinning hall, silently. jack and zach sat closely together as jonah took the head of the table besides zachary, with corbyn and daniel across from the boys.

"are you two okay?" the sweet brunette asks. the younger boys nodding quietly, not wanting to slip their words.

"words, babies."

"yeah"

"y-yes, daddies."

their situation is getting better, slowly.

guess who pushed herself to write passed 170 words? this girl!! but it's still like 340 tho sksksk