Old Enough

The Following Morning

It was around 12PM when Alfred and Matthew woke up in their parents bed. Both boys both looked around the room confused, heads hurting, eyes squinting. Matthew noticed both pairs of glasses, picking them up and handing Alfred his. Both put on their glasses, finally realising they were in their parents room. However, their fathers were not around.

"Alfie... Why are we in dad and papa's room?" Matthew asked, holding his head. He didn't have a headache, but his mind was foggy. Alfred looked to his twin and shrugged. Alfred, unfortunately did have a headache, however it was nothing a glass of water and some paracetamol couldn't fix.

"I'm not sure Mattie. I remember coming home, but that's about it. I don't seem to remember anything after that," Alfred responded.

"Same. I think we best go down stairs," Matthew smiled, standing up from the bed. Alfred also made a move to stand, but felt dizzy and fell back. Matthew ran round to help his brother up, succeeding, but keeping a hold of his brothers hand as they walked downstairs.

As soon as they started to descend down  the stairs they could here their parents chuckling in the kitchen. "Look Arthur, this is the picture I managed to get before going to bed," Francis said, chuckling. 

"Aww, aren't they adorable," Arthur squealed.

"So are you mon amour," Francis responded.

Matthew and Alfred then came in to see their fathers on the kitchen table, looking a Francis' phone. 

"What are you two squealing about?" Alfred asked, looking to his parents with a questioning look.

"About you two," Francis responded, getting up and walking to the sink to get two glasses of water. Once the glasses were filled he took them to his son's who gladly accepted. "You were so cute when you came home last night. All clingy and adorable as if you were six years old again,"

Matthew blushed at that. He couldn't remember being clingy at all. Arthur looked so his blushing son and smiled. "Matthew, why don't you come sit next to daddy?" Arthur said, knowing it would cause his son to blush more. He was right, Matthew went bright red.

"W-w-what?" Matthew stuttered. 

"Come to your daddy," Arthur smiled, "That's all you wanted to do last  night. You kept demanding that I cuddle with you so that Alfred couldn't steal your attention," Matthew's face seemed to darken even more, if it was possible. Francis was chuckling along with Arthur, the sight of Matthew being embarrassed made their hearts swell.

Luckily for Matthew his brother wasn't laughing at him like he usually would. Thank the heavens for hangover headaches. "You both clung to you papa and I, that's why you were in our bed. You both wanted to sleep in our room," Arthur smiled, standing up and walking to his sons, who both had wide eyes.

"Y-y-you're lying?" Alfred stuttered. His cheeks were a bright red, just like his brothers. 

"Now why would we lie to you mon fils? What would we gain from lying to you?" Francis asked, pulling the usual cocky son into his arms. "I have pictures that I can show you, however, they are mainly of your dad and Matthew cuddled up on the sofa," Francis chuckled looking to Matthew, who Arthur was now pulling in for a hug.

"Ah yes, those adorable photo's. Oh Francis, do you still have the video you took this morning of Matthew talking in his sleep, while clinging onto me for dear life?" Arthur asked.

"Ah yes, the one where Matthew says 'Daddy's mine'? Of course I still have that." 

Matthew was trying to pull away from his dad's grasp, but failing miserably. Arthur looked back down to his son. "What's the matter Mattie. This is all you wanted yesterday," Arthur then placed a kiss on his son's head. Francis saw this, started to chuckle and then placed a kiss on Alfred's head.

Both son's were squirming. They were sixteen and they couldn't believe how clingy to their parents. Their parents eventually let them go and sit on the kitchen table, while they went to make food for their son's, Arthur standing by the kettle ready to make the hot drinks and Francis by the stove preparing the food.

Once Matthew and Alfred got over the shock they looked to their parents. Arthur was being held by Francis, giggling as Francis placed kisses all over his face. Matthew smiled at the sight of their parents acting so lovingly towards each other. Alfred looked at them, smiled, then put his head down as his head was still hurting. Mattie turned to his brother. "Alfie... Are you alright?" Matthew placed his hand on his brother back, rubbing it.

"My head still hurts Mattie. Why did I drink so much?" Alfie whined. This upset Matthew in some ways, so placed both arms around his brother and gave him a hug.

"You'll feel better soon Alfie. I know it," Mattie said.

Arthur looked towards his son's, smiling at the sight. He was always so proud that they were extremely close. He turned back to finishing the cups of tea, there was no way he was giving his son's their usual coffee when they had a hangover, that would surly make Alfred's headache. He took the cups of tea to his sons, then went back to get some more water and pick up some Ibuprofen for Alfred's headache. 

"Boys," Arthur caught their attention as he returned to the table placing the water down and the tablets for Alfred. Both boys pulled away and looked at their dad. "Make sure you drink plenty of water to keep hydrated. Alfie take two Ibuprofen and that will help with the headache," 

"Thanks dad," Alfie said, reaching for the pain relief tablets. 

"The tea will also help. Tea makes anyone feel better," 

"That's your belief Mon Amour. I don't think it is the miracle cure you believe it to be," Francis said, placing a plate of pancakes in the centre of the table, then placing a kiss on Arthur's cheek to keep him from arguing about the importance of tea, as he had done many times before.

Arthur just smiled, then looked back to his sons. "Eat as much as you can, it will help with the hangover. Don't worry about saving any for your papa and I, we had our breakfast," Arthur smiled and then stood next to Francis.

"Thank you dad and papa," Mattie smiled at his parents.

"Yeah, thank you," Alfie smiled.

"No worries. Now your dad and I are going to tidy around the house while you eat. Shout if you need anything," Francis smiled, leading him and Arthur out of the kitchen.