lovers | dorbyn

three

"papa? what happened to daddy last night?" alex asked in his seat, munching on his cereal. morgan was on her phone, the twelve year old on her instagram. nalia was being bounced in corbyn's arms.

corbyn sighed and kissed his daughters head. "so.. your father doesn't like talking about it, it makes him feel weak. he feels pathetic, actually." corbyn started off. daniel should be telling this story. corbyn had no right. and even though most of the world already knows because of his instagram post years ago, corbyn still felt bad saying what happened.

"um.." corbyn cleared his throat. "i won't say everything that happened.. i'll just say. he deals with a lot. uh.. if you wonder why we never go to his parents house, it's because of his dad and sister. that's why his mom and brothers come over. he goes through depression and anxiety— he had an anxiety attack because.."

his eyes flickered over to morgan. tears stung his eyes. he bit his lip and clenched his jaw.

"jackson got released from prison yesterday."

corbyn shut his eyes when he heard daniel's voice. morgan thickly swallowed. "what do you mean?"

daniel felt stiff. "it means what it means, love." daniel muttered. he began to shake again. he let out a strangled exhale, and wiped his face.

he shook his head and left the kitchen. he made a bee-line to his bedroom. corbyn licked his lips, flinching when he heard a loud crash.

"shit." he whispered, setting nalia on the ground by the television. "morgan, i know you just got heavy news, and you can relax later but watch your siblings for a minute please."

she wiped her cheeks. "okay." she mumbled, setting her phone down. corbyn paused. he stared at his oldest daughter and pulled her into a tight hug.

"you're going to be fine, baby." corbyn kissed her head. "i love you. so much." he whispered, swaying them gently.

"i love you too."

"you know what, i'll call jack over. once he's here, you can go to your room, okay?"

she nodded, making no attempt to move.

after staying in the hug for a minute, corbyn called jack, and rushed over to their bedroom. the room was a mess. their lamp was shattered on the ground. the duvet was thrown on the floor, and the bathroom door was shut.

corbyn swallowed thickly and gently knocked on the door. "dani?" he heard a soft sob, corbyn growing more worried. "open the door, please?"

he heard the turn of the lock. corbyn let out a breath of air and opened the door to the bathroom, staring at the shattered glass, and daniel's bloody, shaky hand.

"baby.." corbyn sighed, moving closer to his husband. he touched the small of his back, and took his hand.

"corbyn i can't do anything to protect her!" he sobbed out, feeling his chest tighten. corbyn stumbled back when daniel threw himself on him. he quickly hugged him back, rocking them gently.

"baby, breathe. please, you'll make yourself sick." corbyn chided, teaching in his back pocket, fishing out his phone. "we're going to dance once you're calm, bubba."

daniel felt corbyn's fingers card through his brown hair. his short fingernails scratching his scalp. daniel felt himself calm down from the light touches of his husband.

daniel hiccuped, his head pounding. he so desperately wanted to sleep, but he wanted to dance in corbyn's arms. he wanted to stay attached to corbyn.

once corbyn felt like daniel was calmer, he put their dancing playlist on, and let the soft music play from his phone. he dimmed the bathroom lights, and took control of the dancing.

the two slowly swayed side to side, not moving much at all. and it went on like that for songs after songs. corbyn was absolutely fine with that.

just as long as daniel was okay.

❥

[a/n]
not doing my homework because i procrastinate too much? fucking mint