lovers | dorbyn

one

daniel felt like absolute shit.

he didn't know why, he just felt like something was off. he was laying in bed early wednesday morning, corbyn laying flat on his chest.

it's only been a year since he gave birth to nalia, and two years since they got married. they were on cloud nine. they had their kids, they had their families, they had their best friends (also known as, the worlds best fucking uncles.) and the limelights.

so, really, daniel shouldn't feel like absolute shit.

but fuck, depression is a real thing.

he feels like people often say, that celebrities shouldn't be depressed. that they shouldn't have anxiety because they have everything they could ever dream of.

but oh how they are wrong. so damn wrong.

they're human too.

they get depressed just like a normal human being get depressed. daniel gets depressed just like a normal boy gets depressed.

daniel's fucking normal.

"no i'm not." he whispered to himself. "i gave birth. to two kids. i'm not fucking normal."

with a heavy sigh, he set corbyn down on his back, and rolled out of bed. it woke corbyn up, mainly because he just felt lonely in the bed.

"where are you going?" corbyn mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"oh, sorry bubs, i didn't mean to wake you." daniel said, turning around to look at his adorable husband. (who he could barely see since it was dark in the room.)

"no, it's okay." he smiled, shuffling out of bed. "are you okay?"

daniel shrugged and gripped corbyn's hips. "i just feel like something's off." he sighed, kissing corbyn's forehead. "i'm sure everything's fine."

corbyn pecked his lips, smiling when he felt daniel's hands trail down to cup his ass. "cheeky. i'm gonna shower."

"okay. i'll get the kids up." daniel smiled, kissing him again before they went their separate ways. the only reason why daniel was waking the kids up so early is so they could drop them off at corbyns parents house since they would be in the studio all day.

daniel went to morgan's room first, then alex once she was awake. when the seven year old was up, he was to nalia's room.

he gentle woke the two year old girl, brushing her dirty blonde hair. he picked her up, and brought her to the changing table.

he quickly changed her diaper and put on some clean clothes for her. he grabbed a small bag for her, and left the room.

he peeked in alex's room, the young boy getting dressed on his own. morgan stepped out of her own room, her phone in her hand.

"hey love." daniel smiled, kissing her forehead. she smiled and hugged daniel.

"i can go feed nalia if you want to get dressed." she offered, already taking the baby out of his arms.

"thank you." he grinned and turned around to get dressed. he went to his shared room with corbyn, the older boy just in his sweats.

daniel went over to their closet, and pulled out a shirt and some sweats as well. he quickly threw them on and went to the bathroom to wash up.

when he was done, he moved back out to the bedroom, and fell on the bed where corbyn laid. he rolled on top of him and pushed his styled hair back.

corbyn smiled up at him and sighed softly. "you're so beautiful, dani." he whispered. daniel's cheeks turned red. "so so beautiful."

"stop, you sap." he giggled and pecked his lips twice. "i love you."

"i love you too, baby."

and the two got up, and made their way to the kitchen.

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daniel's hands started to shake. he thumbed through more articles, all showing pictures of jackson getting released from the la prison.

he wasn't focusing on the music being made, which annoyed the music producer.

"seavey! off your phone!"

"it's besson, actually." he mumbled, feeling tears sting his eyes. he can't be released yet. it.. holy shit it's been seven years. "i-i need to go."

he shot up from the chair he was sitting in, ignoring the calls from the boys and their music producer, who sighed heavily. "he needs to get his act together."

corbyn shot the man a glare. "i'll get him." he said the boys, and left the studio. he walked around, listening for his clearly fragile husband.

he was outside.

he was sitting on a bench, the soft LA wind hitting him. he had tears streaming quickly down his face, he made no attempt to wipe them.

corbyn sighed, and sat down next to him, placing his hand on his thigh. "what's wrong, bubba?"

daniel sniffed. "he's out. jackson's out."

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[a/n]
starting it off with that angsty shit 😎 for all of you who said you're ready:

you are not ready :)