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I’m thinking Seb’s first true word might be “idiot”. And he’ll probably be pointing at one of his dads when he says it! The other dad will declare him a genius, and Seb will officially be known as the smartest baby in the village. Just a thought.

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TINA. YES. THIS IS IT. This is Seb’s first word. I won’t accept anything else. He’ll say it first pointing at Aaron and Robert will laugh and laugh until it’s his turn to be called an idiot. I NEED THIS.

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Seb sits in his high chair waiting for his breakfast.  His eyes bounce back and forth between his two dads as they stumble around the kitchen. It had taken a long time to wake them up this morning, but eventually his cries had done the job.  He just doesn’t understand why adults take so long to drag themselves out of bed.  Wake up. Get up.  How can it be any easier?

Daddy Aaron seems especially grumpy and disheveled this morning.  He’s standing in the  middle of the kitchen glaring down at the burnt toast in his hand and looking like thunder clouds on a rainy day.  Then Aaron shrugs and starts scraping away at the black bread in his hand with a knife. Seb watches as he smears piles of butter on top of the very crispy bread and takes a large bite.

Daddy Robert’s face isn’t quite as grumpy as Daddy Aaron’s, but he still wrinkles his face up at the loud crunch the toast makes.  “Are you really going to eat that? It’s burnt!”

Seb isn’t sure why Daddy Robert cares.  He isn’t the one eating the toast, is he?  

Aaron looks over at Robert and licks a spot of butter from his index finger.  “It’s toast, Robert! Toast by definition is slightly burnt bread.”

Robert grabs a small jar of baby food from the kitchen counter and sits down in front of Seb’s high chair. Finally!  Food is on the way. But instead of opening Seb’s breakfast straight away, Daddy R rubs his hand across his eyes and continues talking.  “Slightly being the word, Aaron.  That looks like it’s been incinerated.  It’s disgusting!”  

Seb looks closer at the jar his dad holds and opens his mouth wide in preparation.  Peaches are his favorite!  His dads may be having a bad morning, but his is looking pretty good!   He smacks his palms against the top of his high chair in excitement.

Aaron smiles at Seb before turning back to Robert.  “I put butter on it! It’s fine. It’s just toast.”  Brown flecks fall onto the front of his jumper as he takes another large bite.

Seb sends his best glare at Daddy Robert. He hasn’t even tried to open the peaches yet!  Why does Daddy Aaron get to eat and he can’t?  He bangs his hands down harder and screeches a little.  Maybe that will get him some attention!

It does.  Daddy R finally pries the lid from the peaches, and Seb opens his mouth wide again. Then…..

Daddy R shakes his head and glances back over at Daddy Aaron. “Butter covers the burn, but it’s still there.  Idiot.”  

Exactly.  Idiots, the both of them.  Seb is hungry!   “Idi!”  Seb said.  

Both of his dads swing their heads around to him at the same time.  They do that all the time, move together like they were one person.  Seb always wonders how they manage it.  

Daddy R says, “Did he just say idiot?”   He leans closer to Seb.  “Seb, did you just say “idiot”?  

Why does Daddy Robert sound so surprised?  He said it first.  And Seb has reason to call them that. He needs feeding!  Maybe Daddy Aaron will understand.

Seb turns to look at his toast eating dad.  Aaron is standing still with his toast halfway to his face and his mouth hanging open.  Seb points at him and says again, “Idi.”

Aaron lowers his toast down to the counter.  “Seb just called me an idiot.”  He mouth still hasn’t closed all the way, and he’s looking at Seb like he has just done something amazing. Which is crazy, really.  Daddy Robert calls Daddy Aaron that all the time.  What’s the big deal?

“Our boy’s a genius, Aaron.”  Then Robert laughs.  And Aaron laughs.  So Seb starts laughing, too.  Why not? His dads have lost their minds.  

And he still needs feeding.  Idiots.

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@sugdendingleaddict  This might be all on you…..  

Grandpa Doug

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For @amandaj718, for putting up with my nonsense. Finally I finished it! It ignores all the Lachlan drama BTW. Seb doesn’t have time for that.

“You’re not serious?” Robert can’t actually believe he heard what he did. Aaron just coming out with it over a pasta bake. He’s lucky he didn’t choke.

“Why not? Bob and Laurel are kipping down with Harriet, the twins are with Brenda, and that leaves Doug. He can’t stay at hers now Rodney’s moved back in.” He lays his fork down, trying to persuade an increasingly fussy Seb to eat his food. “It’s not for long, only until Mulberry is sorted.”

“Right, but Doug? Moving in? You’ve got to be kidding.” He’d heard from Diane about the massive water leak at Laurel’s which had left the wiring and everything in a total mess but he’d tuned out the details, not really that interested. He hadn’t expected this.

“Nicola reckons it’ll only be a few weeks until it’s done. I thought you got on alright with him?”

“I did, but for a pint every now and then. I didn’t envisage coming down to breakfast in my dressing gown and sitting across from him.” He frowns and looks round. “This is some kind of prank you and Liv have cooked up isn’t it?”

“No. I’m being serious. He needs somewhere, and we have a spare room.” He’s up and by the sink before Robert can think and he doesn’t hesitate, steps up behind him, hands winding round his waist, pulling him close. “Look, it could be a good thing, works busy right now for both of us, there’s the wedding to organise, an extra hand with his Lordship over there might not be a bad thing.”

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It’s PERFECT!!!!!

Can I please prompt Seb asking various relatives how his dads met?

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“Nana?” He mumbles around a mouthful of fish and chips. He should wait until he’s finished chewing, Dad says, but Papa doesn’t, and besides he can’t wait.

“Yes love?” He loves coming to Nana’s for tea, and it’s just the two of them. Sometimes Granddad Paddy is there. He’s not sure what he make of him really, he doesn’t get a lot of his jokes, but he does sometimes take him to see the animals at the vets so he’s alright he supposes.

“How did Daddy and Papa meet?” He scoops up another forkful of fish. It’s Marlon’s cooking and it’s really good. Not as good as Dad’s but he doesn’t cook fish and chips. He only has it when he comes here so it’s a proper treat.

“You’d have to ask them sweetheart. I don’t think your Papa has ever told me. Your Dad came back to live here not long before that though.” She busies herself clearing her plate away and he watches. People think because he’s little that he doesn’t know when they don’t want him to know things, but he does.

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He asks Cain next. He’s a bit scared of Cain, he’s all grumpy and cross faced, but he’s heard people say that about Papa and he doesn’t understand because Papa’s really smiley. 

He shouldn’t be here, near the garage. Dad had told him to stay in the garden, but that was boring, and besides it was only the village, nothing bad was going to happen so he’d walked up to the garage. 

Cain was bent over a car. Seb liked cars. Papa let him play in some of the ones at the scrapyard, and he’d pretend that he was one of those racing drivers off the telly. He knew what all the controls did, Papa had shown him one day when Dad was nowhere to be seen. He’d had to promise he’d never drive anything until he was old enough though before he would, or that he’d tell Dad.

“Alright squirt? Come to help me with an oil change have ya?” Cain’s not grumpy today, that’s good. He’s a bit scared of grumpy Cain.

“Ok!” Cain chuckles then and his face drops at the teasing.

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Love this. So much. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 

18, RobRon 💕

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also asked by @lesfemmesdangereuses

18. Amnesia au

Robert wakes up to Aaron, half naked, looking around the room.

“Can I help you?” He asks, startling Aaron, who shoots him a withering
look.

“Looking for my phone.” Aaron says, drily.

“Probably still in your jeans.” Robert replies with a smirk at the
memories of the night before.

Aaron had been complaining about a headache ever since coming back from
work, but they had the house to themselves for the first time in ages, and
well. Their night had started long before they had even reached the bedroom. In
the foyer to be exact. Aaron’s jeans, and his phone, are probably still
somewhere in middle of the living room.

They need to clear the mess up before Liv comes back from Gabby’s and
Seb from Vic’s. But that’s for later. They still have time.

“You sure I can’t tempt you to get back in bed?” Robert asks, bringing
his hands behind his head, an eyebrow raised.

Aaron gives him an appraising look, his eyes roaming the length of
Robert’s body, like it’s the first time he’s seeing it. It still sends a thrill
through Robert’s spine. He doubts there’s ever gonna be a time when it won’t.

“Nah, mate, you’re alright.” Aaron says, like it pains him to.

Robert snorts and rolls out of bed. “Come on, I’ll make you breakfast
while you look for your phone.”

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They go downstairs and Aaron looks appreciatively at the kitchen. Robert
suppresses a laugh. So that’s what Aaron’s playing at.

“Nice place.” Aaron says, looking around.

“Yeah, it’s my husband’s.” Robert says, taking out everything he needs
for breakfast from the fridge.

“You the trophy wife or something?” Aaron asks, a weird edge to his
voice that Robert can’t quite decipher. He’s getting closer to Robert now, slow
and purposeful.

“Something like that.” Robert replies, taking the pan off the stove just
in case.

It turns out to be a smart choice, because before he even realizes
what’s happening, Aaron is crowding his personal space, his hands finding their
way on Robert’s sides, Aaron’s mouth on his.

“What was your name again?” Aaron asks, a whisper into Robert’s mouth.

“Robert.” Robert replies with a laugh.

“I’m Aaron.” Aaron replies, his hands now dangerously low on Robert’s
hips.

“Yes, I remember that.” Robert says. “Now go, get your phone while I
make breakfast, we can continue this later.”

Aaron huffs, but complies, half-heartedly taking his hands off of
Robert. It makes Robert shiver, a mix of the loss of contact with Aaron’s warm
skin and anticipation.

Robert’s almost about to say ‘screw breakfast, let’s go back upstairs’
when Aaron storms into the kitchen, clutching his phone.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?” He asks, waving his phone in front of
Robert’s eyes.

Robert takes it from Aaron’s hands and looks at it. There’s no messages,
no missed calls. It looks like Aaron’s phone always does, a picture of them,
Liv and Seb as background.

“What’s wrong?” Robert asks. He almost wants to ask if they’re still
roleplaying, but Aaron’s eyes are filled with panic, real and chilling.

“Why is there a picture of you on my phone? Who are these kids?” Aaron
asks, snatching his phone back from Robert’s hands. “Is this supposed to be a
joke? Did Adam put you up to this?” He continues, backing away from Robert and
looking around, as if he’s expecting Adam to jump out of one of the cabinets.

“Aaron, come on You’re scaring me, here.” Robert says, trying to keep
his voice even.

“Where am I?” Aaron asks. He’s looking at Robert like Robert might hurt
him and it almost makes Robert recoil.

“The Mill, in Emmerdale, our home.” Robert replies. His brain is trying
to process a thousand thoughts a minute.

“I thought this was your husband’s house.” Aaron says, but already as he
says he Robert can see the pieces are starting to connect.

That’s when Aaron sees it. Their wedding picture on the mantelpiece. The
two of them in their wedding suits, wedding rings on display, Robert kissing
Aaron’s cheek.

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