It was the beginning of the weekend meaning no work for Arthur and more fun for Alfred and Matthew.

Both boys were searching all around the house. "Remember Mattie it's a blue daisy," Alfred explained as he looked around the small garden they owned. "A blue daisy.." Matthew mumbled to himself and nodded. "And you said I could have a cookie if I find it right?" he asked once more with a pout. "Yes, Papa made them and I know where he hid them," Alfred reassured.

Matthew sighed and continued the search going through the many flowers he could find, eventually he came upon a bush at the back of the house that grew against the wall, the flowers were absolutely mesmerizing. Matthew gasped at the beautiful red flowers. "I'll take one for papa!" he smiled to himself and reached to grab a flower.

As soon as Matthew grabbed a hold of the flower's stem a searing pain spread throughout his fingers and he instantly pulled his hand away, a sharp cry escaped his lips, and Alfred who was only a few feet away heard the painful cry and shot his head toward his brother who whimpered in pain.

He ran to him and quickly took notice of the thorny rose bush, he instantly pulled his away from the bush and examined him. "Show me where it hurts Mattie." He demanded anxiously, and Matthew hesitantly lifted his injured hand to show his bleeding fingers. Alfred comforted his brother. "It's nothing serious, let's see." He dug through his pockets and pulled out a couple of bandages, he grabbed some just in case his brother got hurt. And they actually came in handy.

Matthew flinched as his brother took gently took a hold of his wrist and carefully cleaned the blood with a tissue, which was also in his pocket, and wrapped the bandages around each of his injured fingers. "There, all better." Alfred grinned. "Ain't I a cool hero?" he asked with his chest puffed out. "Yeah, you are." Matthew giggled.

Alfred laughed and then grasped onto his brother's shoulder taking hold of his attention. "Mattie what hurt you is the flowers, they're called roses. Yeah, they're really pretty, but their stems have thorns." He explained with a sudden frown. "I wanted to get one for papa, I made him really sad.." Matthew mumbled glumly. "But if you give papa that flower he'll get hurt too," Alfred explained.

Matthew flinched and quickly shook his head. "No! I don't want papa to get hurt!" his lip trembled as tears pricked at the corners of eyes. "He won't you just have to give papa a different flower," Alfred suggested. "But stay close to the house okay?" Alfred shivered as his eyes traveled toward the thick woods that stood a few miles away from their house.

He could see the gap where the lake separated the woods and their land. "Never go over there." Alfred pulled his brother more away and led him to the front of their house. "Not again." He mumbled and took hold of his brother's hand. "Did you find the flower, Alfie?" Matthew asked curiously to which Alfred frowned. "No, it's definitely not here." His mood was glum.

Matthew frowned and thought for a while. "Oh!" He instantly lit up and tugged on his hand. "Why not ask daddy for the flower? Maybe he knows, or papa too. He's girly right? And girls like flowers." Alfred laughed at Matthew's explanation. "Mattie just because papa is girly doesn't mean he is one." He stated in between a giggle.

Matthew blushed. "R-right..." He stuttered. "I'm not making fun of papa he just looks p-pretty." He explained. "Dad looks pretty too," Alfred said. And with that, both boys were talking about how pretty their fathers were.

Arthur sat near an open window keeping a close eye on his children as he read a book, and Francis was in the kitchen preparing lunch for his family. "Mon amour can you help me prepare lunch?" he asked pleadingly. "Of course love." Arthur shut his book and went over to the kitchen where he was met with Francis wearing the same pink apron he wore last time.

Arthur blushed. "Bloody hell Francis warn me next time when you wear that. We have children and I don't have much self-control." He looked away embarrassed, Francis flushed bright red and attempted to remove the apron. "S-sorry." He stuttered and ended up getting tangled with the strings. "Ah..." He looked down with a dark blush.

Arthur laughed and helped him out of the tangled mess. "There's no need to be embarrassed." Arthur wrapped his arms around Francis's neck and pulled him into a kiss. "We both love each other anyway." He stated after he pulled away. At that time both boys had already entered the house and Alfred gagged as he covered his brother's eyes. "Guys! That's grody!" both men were startled at the sudden outburst and pulled away from each other.

Arthur cleared his throat while Francis washed the dirty dishes. "Can I see now Alfie?" Matthew asked and pulled at his brother's hands. "Oh sorry." Alfred removed his hands. "Dad we couldn't find the blue daisies, we tried looking everywhere." Alfred frowned. "Blue daisies? They grow in the wild where there's lots of sunlight." Arthur explained. "And it's mostly cloudy where we live." Alfred sighed and pouted.

"I really wanted to get one for Davie." His hope lowered, but as soon as he realized what was happening he straightened his slumped shoulders and took a deep breath. "Okay!" he shouted to himself which startled his other family members. "We can try something else." He suggested with a delightful tone.

Arthur frowned remembering how Francis pulled up a mask to hide how he truly felt he could see the mask Alfred was putting on, and when he was about to say something Alfred grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him to the kitchen where they both set up the table for lunch. Francis stayed behind with Arthur he noticed how scared he looked.

He went up to him and wrapped him into a hug. "What's wrong love?" he asked as he pressed Arthur against his chest. "...I'm worried about Alfred," Arthur mumbled. "His mood is not well yet he tries to hide it from us." He shook his head. "It hurts me to see him fight against himself, and fighting alone." He shuddered.

He once was like Francis and Alfred, fighting with himself, hating himself. All alone, but he was able to save Francis and help him, and for sure he was not going to let his son suffer. He reluctantly pulled away from the embrace and smiled at Francis cupping his face in his hands happy that he was still there with him, standing in front of him alive and well.

Francis greatly returned the smile. "It's alright amour I'm here." Francis knew how terrified Arthur was of losing him, by the way, he hugged him in his sleep and mumbled his name, it was obvious. Arthur let out a shaky breath "I know..." He whispered and released Francis from his grasp. "I know."

The small family ate lunch together Alfred sat with his brother and his fathers sat in front of them. "So Alfred why is it that you want the flower so bad?" Arthur asked curiously. "Davie's been trying to look for it, but his parents rarely take him out so he can't find the flowers that are in his book." He dragged his fork throughout the bowl of macaroni in front of him.

Francis took his hand. "Alfred what if we just buy the flowers?" to that Alfred perked up. "Really?" his eyes filled with hope. "Of course, they shouldn't cost that much. And I'm sure they'll be safe, most grow in the wild and it might harm you." Arthur agreed with his husband. "Then can we buy them now?" he jumped in his seat.

Francis chuckled. "I don't see why not." He turned to Arthur. "Will it be alright?" he asked. "Of course." Arthur nodded in response, a sudden ring started him. The house phone in the living room, Arthur wondered who would be calling but got up to answer anyways leaving the rest of his family. Alfred leaned in toward his other father. "Thanks for the idea papa I wouldn't have ever come up with that." He stated.

Francis smiled. "No problem." He turned his attention to his quiet son who silently ate. "Matthew?" the boy jumped and looked up to face him. "Yes, papa?" he asked quietly. "Do you want anything?" Francis asked, Alfred, turned to his brother. "Yeah Mattie since I'm getting something you should get something too." He suggested.

Matthew shook his head. "It's okay I don't want anything." Alfred pouted.  "Aww come on Mattie, there must be something you want." He said. Matthew blushed remembering the many stuffed toys he saw on tv commercials and how he desperately wanted one. "I...I saw something on t.v." He mumbled.

Alfred gasped and suddenly remembered. "Oh! The stuffed toys right?" he asked. "Oh? Is that so Matthew?" Francis asked curiously. Matthew looked down and slightly nodded. "Yes papa.." It looked as if he were being scolded, Francis did not like the look on his son's face. "Okay then." He smiled and lifted his son's chin. "I'll get you a stuffed toy just for you." He promised.

Matthew's eyes grew wide, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Thank you, papa." His voice was lighter in tone. And after that they finished their lunch and helped washed the dishes, Francis noticed that Arthur was taking a long time and wondered if something were wrong. He dried his hands. "Ah boys why don't you play in the backyard for a while?" he suggested.

Alfred nodded. "Okay! Come on Mattie." He tugged at his brother's arm and dragged him outside to play, Francis smiled as they left and then went to the living room. Arthur stood in front of the long desk where the phone lied, Arthur gripped onto the corners of the desk digging his nails in the wood. His shoulders were slumped and trembling.

Francis was quickly at his side. "Arthur! Amour what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Arthur's eyes were dull, filled with despair. Francis dragged Arthur to the couch and sat next to him. "Amour please talk to me." Francis pleaded desperately wanting to know what had caused the sadness in his lover's eyes. Arthur stayed silent only looking at Francis with dead eyes, and to think that just a moment ago they were filled with happiness.

Francis cupped Arthur's face in his hands and looked into his face. "Arthur please." He whimpered. Arthur eventually found the will power to speak he parted his dry lips and softly spoke. "I-I don't understand." He whispered. "It can't be..." He trailed off. "Amour I'm right here, tell me everything," Francis demanded in a soft tone trying to calm Arthur down.

Arthur took a shaky breath and closed his eyes. "A woman called stating she was from a close police department." He sounded like he was going to break. "She said that the orphanage that the boys were at was not an actual orphanage." He squeezed his eyes making it look like he were in deep pain. Francis pulled him into a hug. "It was a horrible place like an auction place or black market, their birth certificates were the only piece of information they had on them. The adoption papers were fake." Francis's heart dropped.

Arthur pressed himself against Francis' chest. "The woman said that their biological father was looking for them, he wants the boys." Arthur was lost, Francis afraid. They were both terrified not knowing what to do or say so they just held each other. Not one of them uttered a single word.

Their children were not theirs anymore, they would go back to their actual father, and they couldn't do anything. They were powerless against the problem.

Arthur clung to Francis, he trembled. Francis rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe him, but he knew it was useless. He knew he couldn't do anything to help ease his lover's pain, he was already broken beyond repair. And knowing that made Francis feel even worse, his heart ached in pain. He couldn't bear the thought of his children being taken away, it was too much for him to handle.

And he knew that Arthur would definitely not take it well either, and what feared him the most was what Arthur would do after. The heart dropping sound of the back door opening and then closing followed with the sound of footsteps made both men flinch. Arthur sat up and wiped at his eyes he tried his best to pull on a presentable smile but it was hard to do so.

And when the boys entered with flowers in their hands Arthur couldn't keep up the facade. "Daddy, papa we got these flowers for you," Matthew exclaimed. "Yeah, they're really pretty." Alfred grinned. A cry escaped Arthur's lips before he could stop himself, Alfred frowned and ran to his father's aid. "Dad, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, fear laced his voice.

Francis held in his own despair and tried to calm Arthur down. "Amour please calm down." But it was too late, by now both boys were worrying over their father who breathed heavily. "Alfred...Matthew." He whispered. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry."

Everything was going to change.