"I am never driving to Miami again" I groan to my sleeping fiancé, we had been stuck in traffic for the past forty minutes and Pete was fast asleep. I pound my fist against the steering wheel as a billion other people around me honk, I hate driving and I hate my building headache from the never ending honking. "Peteee" I nudge his leg but he continues to sleep. He just twitches his nose a bit and continues snoring. I turn the radio up a bit and nod my head to the weird music that Pete had on his weird playlist. We finally get a move on in traffic and I find a gas station to pull over so Pete can suffer through traffic.

"Babe get up you lazy cunt" I yell while splashing water onto his face. He groans and I smirk, this is what he gets for sleeping like a fucking rock. He flips me off and cleans his sunglasses from the water I had just splashed on him, I laugh and push my hat up a bit. "You're turn, I've been in traffic for the past hour so now it's your turn. I"m exhausted so get your ass into that seat" I switch places with him and he kisses my cheek. I end up dousing off twenty minutes back onto the road but I only sleep for about an hour because Pete gets a loud call from Bronx that wakes me up.

"Hey go back to sleep baby." Pete coos when I rub my eyes. We were on an empty road in the middle of God knows where Bronx was groaning through Pete's phones speaker. "Just pull over at the next rest stop then text me the location, we'll be there as soon as possible," Pete tells our son and I stretch my legs out a bit, I grab my glasses out of my backpack and slip them onto the bridge of my nose. Pete hangs up and interlocks our fingers. "Where are we?" I ask him, he shrugs and turns Arctic Monkey's R U Mine up.

"What did B want?" I rummage through my backpack for some gum that Pete had probably already snatched. "His boyfriend had a panic attack and nobody really knew what to do so he called me. B gave him a half of a Zoloft, I think he'll be fine but B begged that we meet up" Pete's phone vibrates and he types the address into the GPS.

We follow the GPS for about ten minutes until we arrive at a small parking lot with Kaleb's SUV in it. We climb out of our car and head over to theirs. I spot Bronx and Kaleb, Kaleb's neon green dreadlocks stick out and Bronx is in his lap looking up at him. They're an adorable couple. "What's up kiddo?" I ask Bronx and ruffle his hair, Bronx just rubs his nose into Kaleb's shirt. "You alright Kaleb?" I ask the older teenager, He shakes his in response and I sigh. "Bronx give him space," I tell my son, Bronx gets off of his boyfriend's lap and clings onto my arm. "Can you pick me up?" Bronx whines and I shake my head then chuckle "not as strong as your dad Kid." Kaleb groans and tugs his hair out of his ponytail. "Let's help your boyfriend," I tell Bronx and I climb into the back seat.

"Why'd you have a panic attack?" I ask Kaleb while looking through my backpack for my Advil. He shrugs and I hand him two little white pills once I find the bottle, I sigh again "Kid you gotta help me. I can help you man, I know about this shit." Bronx grabs Kaleb's hand and squeezes it, I smile at the cute gesture. "I get these a lot, my parents are a bit busy so I-I really only have Bronx to talk to. It's just usually when I feel stuck, like the room in closing in on me." I nod "I'm no therapist but I recommend inhaling for six seconds holding your breathe for about four then exhaling for eight. Do that until your breathing is back on track and if you're still shaky then just close your eyes and keep your hands on something stable. That's about all the advice I can give you, please talk to Gabe and Travis about this and then go see a therapist."

He nods and Bronx smiles "thanks Pops." Kaleb hugs me lightly and I chuckle and hug him back, he's probably a head taller than me which makes the hug a bit awkward. "You good?" I ask and they both nod, I climb out of the back and join my fiancé back in my jeep. "Did you give him a bottle of pills?" Pete grins as we hit the highway again. I rub my eyes and shake my head "I just told him what to do if he has another panic attack."

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"Go away" I groan at my two kids who and jumping on the bed. Declan laughs and flops down next to me then Bronx goes on top of him. I hear Pete chuckling from the doorway, Bronx starts to giggle and nudges my side with his foot. "Pete, please I'm dying!" I yell, muffled my the pillow, at my boyfriend. Pete just laughs harder and I wrap my arms around Bronx who rubs his nose into my chest like he did by his boyfriend earlier. Declan climbs on top of both of us and I smile at my both of my boys. "You guys are warm" I mumble into the pillow and Pete sneaks into the bed behind me, throwing his arms around me.

"I like Miami" Bronx says as a warm gust of wind blows through the open window. Both Dec and I laugh "you're pretty pale skin is going to be burnt by the end of the week" Dec says and rolls off of me then onto Bronx. Pete laughs softly into the back of my neck and I smile, family time is nice. Bronx whispers something to Declan and they both run out of the room, I turn over and smile at Pete. His eyes are closed but he's smiling as well, I run my hands through his neon pink hair and he hums, he's adorable.

"You're like a pink kitten." I coo to my fiancé, he sinks his face into the soft skin of my neck. "You alright?" He rub his waist gently, he's warm and his skin is as soft as a baby's ass. "Tired" he grumbles, his breathe is hot against my neck and it sends shivers down my spine. "Me too, we can go swimming with the boys tomorrow. Then maybe I can find a nice place to fuck you numb" I whisper the last part and I can feel the goosebumps rise all over his body. "That sounds good" he whispers, sneaking his hand up my bare chest. "Mm as much as I'd love to make sweet sweet love to your sweet sweet ass, my back hurts." I chuckle.

He mumbles something incoherent, I ask him to repeat it but he's already sleeping. I'm so lucky to have this man. "Night Pete," I tell my sleeping fiancé and shift into a more comfortable position. My phone says it's 12 something pm but Miami has an hour on Chicago so I'm guessing that I won't be able to sleep until two or three.

an: bit of a filler

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