"While the rest of you were slacking, Gerard has been busting his ass every day for the past month to get this dance together." The principal says, crossing his arms over his chest. Gerard blushes in his seat, dropping his head. "Because no one else did anything, Gerard does not have to chaperone. The rest of you do, however, and then will spend the rest of your night making sure the gym is spotless. Understand?"

We all nod, and the principal releases us. I turn to Gerard. "I completely forgot with all of the drama going on about the dance. We're sorry we didn't help you."

"I didn't mean for it to be like this. I didn't want you guys to get yelled at. I nicely asked the principal if there was anything else to be done, and he asked where the rest of you were. I'm not a good liar." Gerard explains.

"Yeah, we're sorry, Gee." Brendon agrees, and then the rest of the guys do too. "You deserve a few nights off. Hang out with Oreo, as Pete would call him. Get your freak on."

"Never say that again." Ray says immediately, and Brendon laughs. Ray keeps a blank face. "Seriously, promise me you'll never say that ever again."

"Alright, fine." Brendon says. "How did your date with Mr. Right go?" He asks. Gerard perks up at that, leaning closer.

Ray blushes. "He's cute. And really nice. And a good kisser. And he has really long fingers." Gerard stops him by holding his hand up.

"So you and Mikey? Remember what I said about hurting my brother, alright?" Gerard asks. Ray nods.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow for the meeting and then Friday at the dance." I say as I wave goodbye. There's still a very good looking doctor on his one day off of the week in my bed, waiting for me to get back. Who am I to keep him waiting?

--

"Hey, dads, is it cool if I have a friend over today?" Bronx asks when I get home. Patrick is on the couch, shirtless, flipping through the channels. We meet eyes and both nod.

"Is it a boy friend or a girl friend?" Patrick asks. Bronx blushes. "I take that it's a boy friend then."

"His name is James. He has two dads too." Bronx says. Declan, who is on the couch next to Patrick, laughs.

"I heard he was gonna ask you to prom." Declan says.

"Did you really?" Bronx almost squeals. Declan nods.

"Heard it from Sam." He says and then blushes.

"You like Sam!" Bronx accuses. Declan shakes his head quickly.

"No! I just think he's cute. And I really want to go to prom with him. Okay, yeah, I do like Sam." Declan admits. Patrick and I meet eyes again.

"Invite him over for dinner?" Patrick suggests. I nod at that.

"I don't even know if he's into guys, dads." Declan says, scratching the back of his neck.

"There's really only one way to find out." I say. Declan sighs and nods.

"You boys go get cleaned up for dinner and invite Sam over." I say. They both nod and go upstairs. I walk over to where my boyfriend is sitting and sit on his lap, facing him. "So we're just one big gay family, huh?"

"Shut up." Patrick grabs the back of my neck and kisses me slowly, his hands roaming my back.

"Come on, dads! Not on the couch!" Bronx groans. Patrick flips him off with the hand currently not occupying my hair as he pulls it.

"You should cut your hair." Patrick says. I nod before I can even think. "Maybe dye it, too. Blonde ambition, baby."

"Sam and James are on their way over." Declan announces as he comes down the stairs. "Just in time for the pizza dad ordered. Why is dad on pops's lap? That's gross."

Patrick kisses me again and pulls away laughing when they both shout. The door rings then, and both of them rush to the door.

"Dammit, it's just the pizza guy." Declan huffs. Bronx rolls his eyes and goes back to the kitchen counter. When I reach the door, the pizza guy looks deflated.

"Sorry, man, they're expecting their boyfriends." I say. He smiles at that and nods, telling me my total. After I pay and get the pizzas, as I'm walking to put tr on the kitchen island, the bell rings again.

I almost get run over by two sixteen year old boys. They throw open the door and launch themselves onto the respectable boy. Patrick comes up behind me, resting his head on my shoulder, snaking his arms around my waist.

"If one of them has sex under this roof, I'm fucking you so hard just to punish them." He mumbles. I almost drop the piece of pizza in my hand. "Make you cry out so fucking loud as I thrust-"

"Hey, guys!" I say, turning around to the boys. Patrick laughs at me.

We all sit down around the table and get to know each other.

"Real talk, what's it like having Brendon as a dad?" I ask. Sam laughs and shrugs.

"He's pretty cool. We basically just binge watch an entire season of Impractical Jokers every night. I've seen every season at least ten times. He thinks Sal and Q are totally fucking." Sam explains.

"Probably are." Patrick agrees. "Real talk, they'd be really cute."

"I agree." Bronx says. James just smiles at him as he takes another bite.

"So what are your dads' names, James?" Patrick asks. James smiles at the mention of his fathers.

"My dads' names are Josh and Tyler." James says.

"Joseph? You're James Joseph?" Patrick asks. James nods. "I think I worked on your dad's wrist once."

"I think you did! He punched a wall because he thought Josh was cheating on him. He overreacts sometimes." James explains.

The rest of the night is wonderful, and the boys both get prom dates in the form of James and Sam. Junior is going with Ruby, too. And Bandit's gonna hang with all of them.

--

"How do I look?" I ask Patrick, whose shirt is hanging unbuttoned from his sides as he fixes his hair. He catches a glimpse of me from the mirror and does a double take. He stops what he's doing and turn towards me.

"Such a beautiful man. I'm so lucky." He says, pulling me towards him and resting his hands on my hips. My arms snake around his neck. "I'm gonna let you in on a secret. I'm gonna wreck you when we get back."

"I'm fine with that." I say. Just as he leans in and kisses me, Bronx yells at us.

"Dads, it's almost time to go! Dec and I are ready!"

"Picture time!" Patrick yells, beginning to button his shirt. He pulls on his blazer and buttons it in the middle.

We walk down the stairs and take about four hundred pictures with the boys and their dates before the limo rolls up. They get in and wave goodbye.

Patrick drives us there in his jeep with the doors taken off. I'm surprised he doesn't think it will mess up his hair.

Update: it didn't. He's mastered it apparently. When we get inside, our boys are already there, as are the other parents and their dates.

A slow song comes on, and Patrick holds his hand out to me. "Dance with me, my love."

"Of course."

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