Sixth Chapter
We watched the interview with our family. This was the first time the twins got an insight to what had actually happened too, besides what they had been able to find on the internet. Ryan had found the video that we leaked before coming to Chile, but he had decided not to watch it out of respect to Nathan. Instead, he told us he had found it and Nathan sat him down, telling him a bit what had happened. But now they were getting the full story.
They sat between Nat and Nathan on the couch. I sat on the hand rest next to Nathan and Aidan sat on the floor. My mom sat in our armchair.
When it was over my mom took a deep breath and smiled softly at Nathan. "That was good, deary."
"Yeah? You think so?" he asked a little nervously.
"Yes." She nodded.
"If they don't change something now, they're mental," Aaron said, actually sounding a little Irish for a second. The twins had this odd accent that mixed Irish, American and Spanish normally. When Aaron got angry he sounded so Irish. "I mean... Uncle Nate told them everything now. Everyone can see what's true. Right?" He looked up at Aidan.
"All we can do is hope," my brother murmured a little solemnly.
"That suit was fly," Ryan said. "At least they can't say you look bad, Uncle Nate."
Nathan snorted and tried to not laugh, but it wasn't very successful. He shook his head and looked at his nephew.
"At least they can't say that." He rose to his feet and looked around at us. "Wine anyone?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Nat grinned and joined him in the kitchen.
"So... What happens now?" Aaron asked and looked over at me.
"We're hoping this will change their minds in the US. Change Nathan's legal status and revoke the warrant on him."
"Do you think it will?"
I shrugged a shoulder and took the glass from Nathan he was handing me. He sat down next to me and I put my arm around his shoulders.
"Well, it can't make things worse."
"Oh don't say that," Nat growled and handed my mom a glass of wine too. "You're jinxing it."
"Have you considered speaking out?" my mom asked and looked up at Nat.
"No one wants to hear what I have to say. I'm the one that got knocked up and is being manipulated by a person in a position of power. Because I'm a little clueless girl who can't think for herself."
Mom snorted and took a sip of her wine. "And what about you Aidan?"
"I'm the before mentioned person in a position of power."
"I've always found it hilarious how they never used that argument against me and Nathan. No, we're just a couple of fags who couldn't control ourselves." I shrugged a little. "I think that's how it went the last time."
"Actually it was me totally using my feral magic on you." Nathan grinned up at me and I laughed.
"Oh yeah." I bent down and softly kissed him. "I'm all feral for you."
"My kids are in the room," Nat muttered and rolled her eyes.
"Like they'll die from seeing two men kissing," I murmured against Nathan's lips before pulling back. I ran my hand over his head and he smiled at me.
"Ugh," Nat groaned and took a healthy sip of her water.
"Well, we'll have to see what happens, Aaron," Nathan said and looked back at his nephew. "We just gotta wait and see. I'm not sure anything will happen, to be honest, but at least I got to tell my side of the story. So I got something out of it regardless. I think. We'll see."
Aaron nodded hesitantly. "They didn't zoom in on the scar either. It was barely noticeable."
"Thanks." Nathan smiled softly.
"Yeah, you looked cool. Both of you did," Ryan chimed in. "Maybe if you both dressed better all the time, people would leave you alone." He rose to his feet and went to the bathroom, leaving me and Nathan kind of on the spot.
"Don't we dress nicely?" Nathan asked and looked up at me, before glancing at Aaron.
"I mean, for a gay dude, nah. You could do better."
"Aaron, come on." Aidan rose to his feet. "I think it's time we headed home. And taught our children of offensive stereotypes."
Nat laughed and hugged Nathan close. "You did well, twin. Really well. I'm really proud."
Nathan smiled so softly at his sister and hugged her back. "That's what makes this worth it," he murmured.
He was frowning at his own reflection as if it had offended him. I was standing behind him, shaving, having no problems seeing myself in the mirror.
I turned off the shaver and looked down at him. "Nathan, what are you doing?"
His ridiculously yellow eyes flicked up and met mine through the mirror. "Do I look old?"
I snorted and shook my head, turning my shaver back on.
"I'm serious. Che, I'm 35 and I look 50."
I turned the shaver off again, put it down on the little shelf on the wall and turned my husband around, so he was facing me.
"You don't look 50, dude."
"I look old. Like... In this book I read... I read that people who've gone through shit look older." He bit down on his lip, his fang slipping over it.
I brushed my thumb over his lip, making him release it. "You don't look old. You look hot."
He snorted and shook his head. I bent down and softly kissed him. He stretched to meet me, leaning back against the sink. I leaned against him, getting real lost in him and totally forgetting what we were originally talking about.
I moved away from his mouth and kissed his throat. He inhaled sharply and I fucking loved it when he did that.
"So, you don't think I look old?"
I sighed very deeply and stopped. "No, Nathan. I think you look hot. I'm kind of busy showing you how hot I think you look like right now."
Nathan finally chuckled and ran his hands through my hair. "I do like how you show me that."
"Yeah, you do. And now we'll both be late and all because I had to tell you, you look hot." I picked him up and draped his legs around my hips.
"Oh, how awful," he murmured and kissed me.
The interview was aired in the US and that's when the calls started happening. Nathan was the one picking up the phone when it rang the first time.
"Yeah this is Nathan..." he said hesitantly and met my gaze. "No. No I do-... No. Goodbye." He hung up and dropped his phone on the floor, stomping on it.
"Nathan, dude, what the hell!" I growled and rose from the couch. I had given him that phone.
"Reporters from the US, Che." He looked coolly at me. "They had my personal number. Fuck that."
I picked the broken phone up from the floor and sighed. "We could've gotten you a new number..."
"Oh," he breathed and grimaced. "Shit."
I snorted and put the phone on the coffee table. "We'll buy you a new one."
"I think it's better I don't have a phone right now. They'll just find the number again and I wanna be left alone."
"I'll speak with the Chilean Government about getting a secret number for you." Our address was already unlisted and couldn't be found anywhere.
"I'd appreciate it." He tried to smile as he sucked in air to say something else. But he was interrupted by my phone this time.
"It's Aidan, don't worry." I put my hand on his head and pulled him close as I picked up the phone. "Hey Ai-"
"They've found the kids. We've gotta go to the school."
I groaned loudly and Aidan hung up again. "Come on, they've found the kids."
Nathan looked wide-eyed up at me and nodded. We quickly grabbed a bunch of essentials and then ran out the door.
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