"well don't be." daniel sighed, pushing corbyn down on his back. the two dropped the kids off at school hours ago, and nalia at eben's house. "bean, we're going to be fine. whether we move or..or get a divorce—"
"we aren't getting a divorce." corbyn muttered, gripping onto his hips. "what we are getting, is a damn restraining order."
daniel sighed, giving him a soft kiss. "we need to figure out a plan then." daniel licked his lips. "i mean. maybe moving isn't such of a bad thing. think about it corbyn," daniel spike quickly, seeing corbyn's eyes narrow. "we don't have to leave california. just somewhere more private where literally no one can find us."
"daniel, do you hear yourself right now?" corbyn chuckled. "you want to drop everything and move? what about the boys? or our families?"
"it wouldn't be a permanent thing, babe. just til we get everything figured out. i mean, for fucks sake, i don't even feel safe in our own house!"
"what about the boys, daniel? we practically live in the studio, sometimes we don't come home until ridiculous hours!"
"so you would rather risk your families safety for music." daniel scoffed, standing up. "corbyn, i understand we're all living our dreams, we've been in a band for 10 years, but we have three kids. one of which had to live with him for 6 years and all you care about is music?"
"you're joking, right?" corbyn scoffed, sitting up. "of course i want our family to be safe, daniel! that's all i want, but i'm not about to give up on our career either!"
"if you care so much about our children, then moving shouldn't sound like such a bad idea." daniel shook his head, moving around the room to throw on a hoodie since it was almost time to pick up their kids. "it's a hell of a lot better than getting a divorce."
and with that, daniel left their room.
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when daniel walked back into their house, alex went straight to the kitchen, while morgan went to the couches. loud rap music was being played in the garage.
daniel first helped alex hope a thing of pineapple, before heading over to the garage. he opened the door, leaning against the frame while watching corbyn workout like a madman.
sweat glistened his bare back, while he did push ups. troy was watching him, shaking his head. "he's been at it since you left to go pick up morgan and alex."
"so what, thirty minutes?"
"yes. and he hasn't stopped." troy chuckled. "i don't know how he isn't dead."
"don't plan on stopping." corbyn pipped in breathlessly. "unless you would rather me drink." he added in.
"no, that's my thing." daniel sighed, walking over to his husband. he crouched down, forcing him to stop. corbyn panted, holding the plank position. he touched his trembling, sweaty shoulder. "come on, corbyn."
"i think i'm gonna go for a run." he nodded his head, standing up. he grabbed his airpod case, putting them in his ears, the music stopping abruptly.
"corbyn, take a breather." daniel brushed a hair out of his face.
"nope, see you later." he refused to look in his eyes before starting his run. daniel sighed, picking up his discarded shirt. he turned off the speaker, giving troy a small smile.
"sorry about that."
"don't apologize, man. is he good?" troy asked.
"eh." he shrugged. "we had a small disagreement. he's stressing himself out over the whole jackson situation. our manager wants us either to get a divorce or move instead of just getting a restraining order since it will quote on quote ruin our reputation." he sighed, folding the shirt up. "i suggested moving until we get this whole situation under control but he wasn't having it. he made some good points though."
"everything will fall into place soon. y'all were made for each other. you'll get through it."
"i hope so."
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"morgan hon, oh sorry, i didn't know you were on a call." daniel apologized.
"oh, it's okay." she smiled from her desk. "it's just my dad, peter." she chuckled, waving her dad in. daniel gladly walked in.
"you're on facetime with a boy?" he grumbled. morgan giggled, nodding her head. he huffed. "have you heard from your father?"
"no. i haven't seen him since he dropped me off at school today." she said. daniel hummed, hiding his worried expression with a smile.
"okay. dinner in 15 minutes." he kissed her head, and walked away. "she doesn't know where he is."
"try calling him again."
daniel sighed, sitting down across from corey. nalia was in his arms. he pulled his phone out, staring at his wallpaper of a sleeping corbyn. he was hugging a pillow, his hair a mess. he went to his contacts and called corbyn.
three rings in, corbyn picked up. "hi i'm so sorry i'm on my way home right now."
"you're okay though?"
"...i'm okay."
corbyn was far from okay. and daniel knew it.
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corbyn jogged up to the front door, biting his lip when he saw the package on the porch. he sighed, picking it up. he opened the front door with his key.
"oh thank god."
corbyn smiled when daniel wrapped his arms around his neck. "hi baby."
"you had me worried sick, you asshole." daniel groaned. "another one?" he asked quietly, looking down at the box.
"yeah." corbyn took a deep breath, grabbing the random sweater from the hanger by the front door, slipping it on. "let's go look at houses then."
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[a/n]
i didn't like this chapter >;(
what i do like is oscar isaac :)
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