||Norway, Oslo - 20 Years Ago||

//Paul's Point of View//

"Dad, why do you think everyone is taking so long?" Tord pouted, folding his arms. Today was Tord's birthday, and he invited everyone in his class.

I held my breath, ruffling his hair. The party started at 4:00 and it was already 4:45.

"Buddy... Maybe everyone is busy....?" Tord looked up at me, tears threatening to spill. God the sight broke my heart. Pat let out a heavy sigh, standing up.

"We can go out for pizza and games if no one shows up by 5, okay?"

Tord sniffled, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. "O-Okay Pa..."

4:57.

No one showed up.

Tord slowly got up, hanging his head with sorrow as he began to trudge to his room.

Then a knock came.

All of our heads snapped to the door. Pat and I opened the door to see a chubby couple with a son who wore a green hoodie that fit big on him.

"Ah- Is this the uh, Lund home?" The man spoke, wincing slightly.

"Er, yes, and you are?"

"I'm Jacob Moore, this is my wife Ellen, and our son Edd." His wife smiled, sticking out her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is ours, my name is Paul and this is my husband Patryk."

"Hi." Pat smiled shaking Ellen's hand. The couples smile didn't falter, it only grew warmer.

"Is Tord here?" The small boy in green chirped. Pat nodded and smiled.

"Yes he's-" Just then, Tord pushed through our legs almost toppling over the boy.

"Edd! You made it!"

"Heh yeah, sorry we took so long. We got lost." Edd's nose crinkled up at a hit at the word lost, but he snapped back to the happy exterior.

"It's alright! You're here now!"

"Yeah!"

Both boys giggled, cute. "Please, come in." Pat cooed, stepping away with the doorway. I followed his action, inviting the family inside. We made it to the backyard when the boys came running out.

"Papa papa! Someone is at the door!"

I looked at Pat who gave me a reassuring nod as I went with both boys to open the door. There stood a tall ginger man and a short dark haired woman. They had a gingered son, who had a square chin.

"Hello, I'm Paul and this is my son Tord."

"And I'm Edd!" The green-hooded child chirped from behind.

"Ah, nice to meet you, Mr. Lund. I'm William Evans and this is my wife Jessica. We're here with our son Matthew-" The purple hooded boy frowned tugging at his father's green overcoat, "I mean Matt."

"Come on in, the party's in the backyard." I smiled, gesturing on the inside.

Matt joined Tord and his green friend, as the three boys began to talk about whatever kids talk about nowadays.

Only halfway through the hall, there was another knock. I looked at the Evans couple and smiled sheepishly.

"You guys go on in, my husband Pat is outside. I'll go see who that is." They nodded, as I moved my way past them to the door. Tord and his friends were sitting on the stairs, looking at the door eagerly.

Opening the door, I saw a bowling ball, a pineapple, and a kid with no eyes.

What the Fu-

"My name is Tom." The kid deadpanned, his voice sounded scared.

"Er, where are your parents?"

The kid looked back at the bowling ball then the pineapple. "They're right here." I raised my eyebrows, nodding slowly. "Ah."

"Hi, Tom." Edd chirped from behind, leaning forward his head peeking through.

"Hi, Edd." The boy chirped, waving his hand.

"Dad, let them in." Tord pouted, crossing his arms. I chuckled faintly, stepping out for Tom and his 'parents' to enter.

"Glad you could make it, Tommy!" Tord purred practically throwing himself over the smaller boy. I tilted my head slightly.

"If you want, I can show you my room." My son cooed, wrapping his arm around Tom's shoulder.

Yeah, no.

"Tord why don't you go play with by our friends outside inside, Hm?"

Tord looked up at me with a pleading look but I stayed stern. Tord sighed gently, nodding. "Yes, Pa."

"Good, now go on and play." All 4 boys nodded, bolting towards the backyard leaving me with pineapple and bowling ball. I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking at the objects.

"So."

||Present Time||

//Tord's Point of View//

I massaged my cheekbone gently, placing the cold steak on my brand new shiner. Like promised, I told Tom everything after his surgery.

This resulted in a nice shiner in my cheek. I couldn't tell if Tom was angry I hid the secret so long from him or relieved that Irene was just my mother.

I'm guessing it was both.

"Tord you have to tell Paul and Pat eventually... They have the right to know." Tom pouted, crossing his arms. I sighed gently, looking up at him.

"I know my love, I Just- What if they think I don't want to be their son anymore?"

Tom sat up slowly, being cautious of his wounds. Coming behind me, he massaged my shoulders. "Love, It'll only be worse if you don't tell them. You guys are family, you fight at times but at the end of the day you all love each other."

I smiled softly at Tom's encouraging words, turning around to look at him. "God, how did I end up with such a handsome devil like you?" I cooed, cupping his cheek. Tom giggled, as I leaned in to kiss him.

"Daddy and Papi sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G!" Tove teased, giggling. Both Tom and I jerked up seeing our two kids standing at the doorway with Paul and Pat.

"We hope we weren't interrupting anything." Pat chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ah- No." I chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around Tom. Paul shook his head chuckling. "The kids were dying to see you too."

I nodded, seeing the way Tove and Teddy nuzzled into Tom's arms. So cute.

"I can see that." I joked, ruffling Tom's hair who gave me a playful glare.

"Tord, can we talk alone?" Paul spoke, his voice deep and serious. Pat looked at his lover, raising an eyebrow. I nodded slowly, my dad kissing the top of his head. Leaving the room, my dad led me to my office.

"Tord there's something I need to tell you..."

'As do I.' I thought quietly to myself. I sucked my cheeks in, nodding. "Go on." Paul seemed to be contemplating what or how to say whatever he was thinking.

"You already know Pat and I aren't your biological parents but.... *sigh* The black leader is your father Tord, and Irene is your mother."

"I know."

"Wait... what?"

"I said I know."

"I... YOU LITTLE SHIT WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?! I SPENT NIGHTS STAYING UP TRYING TO FIND OUT HOW TO BREAK THE NEWS TO YOU."

"I'm sorry yeesh! I didn't know you knew! And I JUST found out that Jørgen was my Dad."

"Jo- Who?"

"The black leader." I scoffed, rolling my eyes."

"Riiiight..." Paul scratched his stubble. "And Irene? How long did you know?"

"When I woke up from my coma I guess."

"Ah..."

"And you?"

"When we came over to pick you up."

I nodded, the office filling with silence. "RED LEADER SIR!" A soldier screeched, bolting into the room. Paul and I jerked up, looking at the soldier in shock.

"What is it, soldier?"

"He- The black leader sir! He took the twins and the head nurse and badly wounded Commander Patryk!"

I felt my heart sink, remembering Tom was in the room with them.

"And Tom...?"

"...I'm sorry sir."