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Chapter 3~

Mitch's P.O.V:

I fiddled nervously with my collar, styling my hair to perfection and then some. "Daddy, i'm ready!" I turned and smiled at my son, he looked absolutely adorable in his little suit. I brushed his hair from his face and he scratched my stubble, coaxing a laugh from my lips. "Daddy?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Why don't you laugh like that around Dada?"

I could feel my face falling; how was I to answer this question? "W-Well, honey....Your dad and I are having...well...." Luckily, the door bell saved me from the rest of that answer. The door bell! My legs moved quickly, lovingly shooing Matt from the room before trying to fix my already perfect hair. Oh, my....Oh....Why am I even worrying so much? My ears perked at the sound of mom letting someone into the house. Before I knew it, someone was knocking. "Mitch, get downstairs, Scott is here!" 

I groaned involuntarily, but not without a hint of my nervous excitement. "Alright mom, hold on!" I grabbed my phone and pushed it into my pocket, before slowly exiting the room and walking down the stairs. Scott stood near the door, tossing Matthias into the air-- which was a bit nerve racking for me, but Scott was very muscular and seemed in control. Matt is always very distant to strangers, but he loves Scott. I wonder why? 

Scott stopped to look at me once I came down; I could not really read his expression, and I tugged on my sleeves self - conciously. "You....You look amazing, Mitchie." I blushed, and Matt hugged his arms around Scott's neck. "Daddy always looks a...ama-ing! Doesn't he, Scotty?"

"Yeah....Yeah, he does."

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Scott's P.O.V:

I felt my breath hitch when they entered my house. It looked fancy from the outside, but the inside is pretty standard. Not a shithole, not a castle. 

Nan's house looks a lot better-- but then again, i'm a single man living in a rather bustling city.  My eyes flashed towards Mitch-- I had heard quite a bit about him already from Nan, but seeing him in person is quite different. God he was beautiful. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "This is the kitchen," I said, pointing to the room that wafted different scents from its passageway. "Most of the things are already in the oven." 

"Do you cook often?" I turned towards the one who spoke, smiling a bit at the sight of his face. I already had a giant crush on him, god damnit. But why would he want someone like me? He's to good for you Scott. Just stop.

My jaw clenched, and Mitch noticed, looking over at Matthias before taking a step closer. "Scott? Are you okay?" I avoided his gaze for a moment before looking back up into his chocolatey eyes. I grinned, pressing a hand against the small of his back. "It's nothing. Yeah, I do cook a lot. Learned the tricks from my mom." Adding light pressure to my hand, I steered him towards the dining room. "Your house is beautiful, Scottland," Mitch murmured into my ear as we walked up to the table; taking it upon myself to scoot a chair out for him. "Does Matthias need any kind of booster seat, or--?"

"No!"

I looked down at the boy with a small, slightly confused smile. "Sorry?"

"I don't need no booper seat, i'm a big boy! And call me Matt, 'cuz Mattias is toooo long!"

"Alright big guy," I chuckled before picking him up and sitting him in a chair.  There was a ding from the other room, and I was surprised when it was not a ding of the oven. "One minute," The words tumbled from my lips rather doubtfully before I made my way towards the front door.