Granthoma One-Shots

Family Dinner

Grant's POV-

"Mom! I'm bored!" 11 year old Noah yelled from the living room. He is one of our twins. Then Dylan cape downstairs as well.

"Did you do your homework?" LA called back.

"Yes." He said. I was helping to get dinner ready. Dylan then came into the kitchen.

"Dad, you're holding the peeler wrong." He said.

"That's why the potatoes aren't peeling." I said. LA laughed and I turned it around and started peeling them again. Once I was done I went out into the living room to see Noah laid out like a starfish on the carpet. "Surely there is something more productive you can do than lying on the floor."

"No dad. It's Tuesday and I've already finished my homework. There is literally nothing to do." He said.

"What about going upstairs to get Tom." I said. Tom is our 18 year old son. He doesn't want anything to do with anyone. Tom came downstairs and had a tattoo on his arm.

"What the hell?" LA said when she came out into the living room. Tom looked up from his phone.

"What?" He said.

"What the hell do you have on your arm?!" She exclaimed.

"Noah and Dylan, go upstairs." I said and they ran to their bedrooms.

"Mom, it's no big deal." Tom said.

"It kind of is a big deal." I said.

"No it's not. Plenty of other guys at school have tattoos. You have 3 tattoos yourself Dad." He said.

"I don't care Thomas Grant Gustin Jr! You're dad was in his twenties when he got his first tattoo! You're going to the bathroom to cover that up! We have guests coming over tonight and you are not coming to dinner with it showing." LA said and Tom went into the bathroom. Kyle, Stefanie, their kids, Danielle, Hayes, their kids, Melissa, Chris, their kid, Stephen, Cassandra and Mavi were all coming over to our house for dinner.

"Hey babe can you get the pasta bake out of the oven?" LA asked.

"Sure." I looked at the clock and it read 5:56pm. People would be here at 6:00pm. After around five minutes there was a knock on the door. LA went to open the door and there was Danielle and Hayes, their sons, Denzel and Hayden, and Kyle and Stefanie, with their son and daughter, Kendrick and Elise.

"Hey guys!" LA greeted them. She hugged every single one of them. Kendrick is the same age as Dylan and Noah and Elise is the same age as Tom. Denzel is the same age as Kendrick, Dylan and Noah and Hayden is almost 17. Next was Chris and Melissa and their daughter Justice. Justice was only 4 years old. And last was Stephen, Cassandra and Mavi. Tom finally came out of the bathroom wearing a white t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, a red flannel over his t-shirt and his hair was coiffed. We all sat at the dining table. Well everyone over the age of 16. The kids sat at the kids table.

"So Grant, how's life with LA?" Kyle asked.

"It's amazing. But sometimes the boys are hard work." I replied.

"I heard that Dad." Dylan called from the kids' table. Everyone laughed. After dinner, everybody left except Kyle, Stefanie and their kids because they were staying at our house. Kyle was running around the house, chasing Noah and Dylan since they stole his wallet and phone.

"Dude. How do you deal with this?" Kyle asked since he couldn't catch them.

"It's called letting them do it until they tire themselves out." Kyle groaned and continued to chase after them. Tom came downstairs, grabbed the wallet and phone and gave them to Kyle.

"How? I've been chasing them for 20 minutes!" Kyle exclaimed.

"I'm extremely tall and faster compared to them." He said.

"Thanks." He said and sat on the couch. LA came out in pyjamas and sat next to me.

"I love you." She said whilst we watched TV.

"I love you too." I said and kissed her.