(Quick A/N, I'm writing this late at night, and I kinda forgot what age I had Amelie and Knox in my head...so if they're older/younger I'm sorry...I'm pretty sure they're 6 and 4 tho, so go with that lol?)

Dallon was laying on the floor, his chin being propped up by his elbow, watching Knox build a Lego set he had gotten for Christmas. His phone had surprisingly not gone off at all, except for the occasional text from his band to ask about gigs, but they had quieted down and were probably just texting each other.
"Daddy, when is Dad gonna move in?" Knox asked, glancing up from what he was working on, tilting his head to the side a little.
"Whenever he feels like it." Dallon replied, smiling at his son, sorting the tiny pieces of the Lego set so Knox wouldn't have to hunt them down. "We haven't really talked about it."
"Daddy, he's over here almost all the time, all we gotta do is move his stuff!" Amelie called from across the room, her hands, face, and hair covered in paint. "And his dogs! We get dogs!"
Knox cheered happily, his sister doing the same. The two had been bugging Dallon about letting them get a dog, which he didn't really want but had said they would get to once Brendon moved in, and since then they had been pestering the two adults to ask when they would get the dogs...oh yeah and they were also excited for Bren to move in, but maybe a little more excited about the dogs.
Okay, they were definitely more excited about the dogs.
"Yeah, guys, you get dogs." Their father said, playfully rolling his eyes at his children. He was glad his kids were excited about his boyfriend moving in, he knew it was a bit quick to talk about it, but Brendon seemed open to the idea obviously, but it was just the kids that worried the two of them, that was the stressful and hard part. They had both talked about it for a while, about a week and a half now, the conversation always going the same way. 

"What if they don't want me to live with them?" Brendon asked his boyfriend over the phone, Dallon standing on the porch so he could talk to him without his kids overhearing. "Dal, listen, I know we've been over this a thousand times, and usually I'm not the one to get stressed...but we're not teenagers moving in together, you have two wonderful children, and I don't want to mess up your household."
"Baby, you're not gonna mess up anything...the kids keep asking me when you and the dogs will move in, they're ecstatic, Bren." Dallon replied, pacing the length of the porch over and over again, trying to think of something he hadn't already said in these conversations.
"Dallon, this is one of those it looks great on paper moments. I want to move in with you three so bad, and I know you guys want me to move in too... but you if I come in everything will be different, and what if the kids don't like it? What if they want me out after a few weeks of moving in? What if-"
"Brendon, I've heard every single what if you've come up with, and I know that you know they'll never actually happen." Dallon said, leaning against the side of the house, peeking through one of the windows to check on his kids. "They love you, y'know that right? You're their dad to them."
"I know... I know, babe, but I just don't wanna disappoint them, and what if they don't want me to be like their dad anymore, you're their real dad."
"Brendon Boyd fucking Urie, you know you're as much as a real dad to them as I am." Dallon said, not noticing that Amelie had come onto the porch and was now staring up at her father with wide eyes.

Brendon meanwhile had started crying on his side of the call due to all the stressful things going through his head, his small cries being heard through the phone, Amelie hearing them quite clearly. She quickly moved to stand on the railing of the porch, snatching Dallon's phone out of his hand. "Dad, what's wrong? Why're you crying?" She asked, holding up one finger in front of her father's face as he tried to take his phone back.
"A-Amee? Sweetie, why're you on your daddy's phone?" Brendon asked, trying to calm himself down for his boyfriend's daughter, hoping she wouldn't worry about anything and become as stressed as he was.
"I asked you a question first, so you gotta answer it."
"I'm just stressed right n-"
"Why?"
"Well, your daddy and I have been talking about me moving in, and-"
Amelie smiled widely and happily, giggling a little. "I really really really want you to move in, Dad, so does Knox! We'll get to hang out all the time, and we don't have to visit, and you'll always be there!" She gushed excitedly, kicking her feet a bit, sitting down on the railing she had previously been standing on. "I miss you... like a lot, and I wish you were here right now... I wanna give you the biggest hug in the world and never ever let you go again."
Brendon was smiling through his tears on the other line, laying down on his bed, his dogs curling up next to him. "That sounds awesome, kiddo, I miss you too, and I'm gonna give you and your brother an even bigger hug, and you'll be stuck in it forever."
Amelie giggled, smiling up at her father. "Sooooo does that mean you'll move in? Then I can get my hug?"
"Yep, I'll move in, honey, now I need to talk to your daddy okay?" Brendon said, running his hand through his hair. "I love you, little special girl."
"I love you too, Dad, here's Daddy!" Amelie said, handing the phone back to Dallon, running back inside to go tell her brother the exciting news she had just learned, screaming Knox's name, sounding like a baby velociraptor as  Brendon would call her. Her father smiled, putting the phone back up to his ear, just as happy and excited as his daughter was about his boyfriend moving in with the three of them.
"So, you're moving in?" He asked, fist pumping the air as he heard Brendon say yes, jumping up and down a little bit. "What day's cool for you, and do I need to come over and help with boxes and stuff?"
"No, it's okay, just bring a trailer, your van, Ryan's truck, and I'll have my car, so that should be enough for a few trips I think... and we need to make a Goodwill run cause I have furniture I won't need anymore."
"Got it, so how does this weekend sound?"
"Perfect, I'll see you then, I love you."
"I love you too, see you Saturday." 

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Dallon got his kids in the car, driving to Brendon's apartment. He had somehow gotten all of the random junk he had stored in the trunk of his van out, and all of that was piled up in the garage, along with a few of the lights from Christmas that he and his band were able to rip off, but had given up and just left the rest up until the next time the holidays came around. When he pulled into the parking lot, the kids were basically bouncing in their seats, acting like they had just been fed eighteen pixie sticks, and as soon as the van was parked and their seatbelts were off, Amelie and Knox had completely forgotten the "Don't run across parking lots" rule.
Dallon quickly ran after his kids, seeing his best friend standing in the road, holding his hand up to a car as Amelie and Knox rushed onto the sidewalk. "Thanks, Ry." He said, sighing as the car left the complex, hugging the other man next to him.
"No problem, I didn't want to scrape my niece and nephew off of the pavement today, so don't mention it." Ryan replied.
"RYAN ERIC SEAMAN!"
"Sorry, bad time for dark humor?" Ryan asked, smirking a little at his best friend. "Dude, I saved your kids' lives, and they didn't even give me a hug... where did they go anyway?"
"To see Brendon most likely." Dallon replied, looking inside Ryan's truck which was full of boxes and had a table in the back. "I see you both were busy."
"Don't make it sound weird, Dal, and yeah we were busy, we got this thing loaded, and I'm about to run by your place to drop it off, and I'm taking the table to Goodwill." Ryan replied, leaning against the side of the truck, running one of his hands through his turquoise hair which was now starting to show his brown roots. "Did you leave the door unlocked?"
Dallon groaned, facepalming as he shook his head. "I forgot to keep the door unlocked..."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "You had one damn job, Dal... and just give me the garage door opener, I can just load up the stuff in there and not worry about the door." Dallon nodded, handing his friend the small object as he got in the truck, driving off to his house. The taller man sighed a little, walking up the stairs of the apartment building so he could locate his children and boyfriend, hoping no one grabbed Amelie and Knox on their way up to Brendon's place. A surge of panic rushed through him as soon as he thought of the sketchy neighbors on the floor under his boyfriend's apartment, running as fast as he could. 

He ran into someone at the top of the stairs, the two of them painfully knocking heads. "OW!" Dallon exclaimed, while the other shouted "FUCK!" quite loudly, stumbling backwards, holding a box in their arms.
"Oh my gosh, baby, I'm so sorry!" Dallon said, rushing over to hug Brendon, kissing his head gently. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm okay, are you?" Brendon asked, smiling up at his boyfriend lovingly, his arms tightening around the box he was holding marked with the messy words "clothes" on the side in Sharpie ink.
"I'm okay, don't worry." Dallon said, tilting Brendon's chin a little so they could kiss, not caring in the slightest if one of the neighbors would step out of their apartment and see them. They stood there for a while until Amelie coughed loudly, hitting her dad's legs gently with a lamp stand.
"We have work to do." She said, putting the lampshade over her head, waving to Dallon as she out the stand back over her shoulder like she was about to go jousting, charging down the stairs. The two adults rolled their eyes, Brendon muttering something about worrying about her sanity, but that was interrupted by Knox shouting as they both heard loud barking. 

"Penny! Come back!" Knox yelled after the small dog, chasing her down the stairs. Brendon whirled around as soon as he heard the name of his pet, dropping the box at Dallon's feet to follow the small boy, doing a knee-slide to grab the tiny Boston Terrier, scooping her up into his arms before she reached the bottom stairs.
"Not so fast, tiny." Brendon said, kissing the top of his dog's head before handing her back to Knox. "Put her in her carrier and shut the door okay? Give her a few chew toys also, and treats for Bogart." The small boy nodded, carrying Penny back upstairs to Brendon's apartment as Bren turned back around, sighing a little. "She's a runner... you will not believe how many times I've had to run after her when she's gotten out of the house when I need to grab a package or something, it sucks."
Dallon nodded, taking the box for Brendon. "Yeah, Amelie was the same way in preschool, she one time got to the parking lot and it was the scariest moment of my life, her teacher had to go hunt her down and get her out of a damn tree."
"Mr. Knight was the best!" Amelie exclaimed happily, standing next to Brendon, gazing up at him. "He even said we would climb trees after school if I went back into class!" She frowned a little, looking over at her father. "Why didn't I ever go tree climbing with Mr. Knight, Daddy?"
"Cause you went to kindergarten, sweetheart, Mr. Knight taught preschool." Dallon answered, smiling at his daughter, ruffling her hair. Her frown deepened, crossing her arms as she looked at the ground. "Hey, what if we had Mr. Knight come over for dinner at some point, then you can go climb the trees in the backyard? Does that sound fun?"
Amelie nodded excitedly, jumping up and down, her wide and happy grin back on her face. "Can Mr. Wood come over too? Pleaseeeeeeeee, Daddy? He's the best, and he's really great, and he and Mr. Knight are friends!"
Dallon looked up at Brendon, who was giving him an amused look. "How about we call up Knox's teacher and invite him over too?" He offered, giggling a little as his boyfriend gave him a playful glare. Amelie nodded eagerly, now spinning around the floor, nearly falling down the stairs if her father didn't catch her.

"So, three people are gonna come over to the house to have dinner and climb trees with the kids..." Dallon said, shrugging. "I mean, it's our family, when is anything we do normal?"
"So why change and be normal boring people?" Brendon asked, holding Amelie's hand as they went back up to his apartment. "Gonna go grab more boxes, be down in a sec, I love you."
"I love you too, Bren, and Amee! How about you tell Dad about your teachers!" Dallon called to his eldest child, grinning as he saw her entire face light up. He walked back downstairs to take the box to his car, smiling to himself as he heard his daughter gushing about her teachers to his boyfriend. He was extremely excited for Brendon to be moving in, and so far nothing had gone wrong, but they still had the setting up part to do, and getting used to having a fourth person in the house was going to take some time for some of them. Dallon knew specifically Knox might have some trouble, knowing his youngest didn't love change, and any type of change to their daily lives or living space took a larger toll on him than it did on Amelie or their father.
 His worries went away a little as he came back up to the apartment, seeing Knox on the floor, talking to Penny and Bogart who were laying in their pet carriers, yipping at him. "And you'll be able to sleep in my room! But don't chew on any of my toys okay? You have your own for that, guys, and I promise my superheroes will protect you from the monsters in the closet, but I think they moved out and into the attic." He said, sitting on top of one of the boxes that was waiting to be carried out.
Amelie was still talking to Brendon about her preschool and kindergarten days, seeing as she was going into first grade soon. "Mr. Knight looks like a highlighter." She was saying, helping him take apart a bookshelf so it would be easier to carry downstairs. "But he's my favorite highlighter out of all the other colors!"
Brendon looked over at Dallon with a confused expression, shrugging his shoulders. "He had neon green hair." The older man called over his shoulder, picking up part of the book shelf. "Is this going to my place or Goodwill?"
"Dally, you have a bookshelf at home right? And that would explain the highlighter thing." Brendon said, smiling at his boyfriend before looking back over at Amelie. "What else was cool about Mr. Knight, darlin'?"
"Um...he sings really pretty, he loves candy a lot, 'specially Twizzlers-" Amelie said, starting to go on many tangent filled stories which Dallon had either heard before, or wasn't paying attention to since he was really the only one carrying things down to the car and Ryan's truck, which was somehow back very quickly. 

"Dude, did you teleport over here?" Dallon asked as he put the box in the back of his car, trying to figure out how to get the lamp stand in also without it breaking.
"Nope, I just might have sped over here, a little law bending never hurt anybody, right?" Ryan replied, leaning against the side of Dallon's car, leaning down to tie his shoes. "Also please tell me you didn't lose your kids again." 
"They're with Brendon, Knox is talking to the dogs and Amelie is telling Bren about her teachers." Dallon said, rolling his eyes at his friend. "And what do you mean by again? When did I lose my kids?" 
Ryan began counting on his fingers until he got to seven. "If we're counting the time Knox got lost at the grocery store cause there was someone else with the same clothes as you, eight." 
"We're not counting that time, and I didn't just leave them!" 
"I know, your kids are runners...hey, at least if the house catches on fire they'll be the first ones out." 
"How many times do I have to tell you, the house is not gonna catch on fire, Ryan."
"You can never be too sure." Ryan said in a sing-song voice, following the taller man back up the stairs to the apartment, waving at the kids. "Hey, guys!" 
Amelie and Knox both waved back, the oldest of the two jumping up to hug her uncle. "Can I help carry stuff?" 
"Course you can, just don't take anything fragile or anything that's too heavy for you to carry, okay?" Ryan answered, handing her a box that was relatively light, while he grabbed one that was full of books. "Brendon, I didn't know that you had so many anvils in your house." 
"It's just a few books, Ry, calm down." 
"A few? Then why does it feel like a box of weights?" 
"Cause I'm carrying the box of weights." Dallon replied, holding another box full of books. 
"You two calm down, it's not gonna kill you, now shoo." Brendon said, waving the two away as he carried different things to sit outside the door, one pile being the things that were going to the house, and the other being the ones that weren't. Today was about to be a very long day... not to mention they were gonna have to figure out how to get a couch down two flights of stairs. 

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"Daaaaaaaad!" Amelie said, dramatically collapsing on the floor, looking up at Brendon. "Are we done now? I'm gonna die if I carry anything else!" 
"You aren't gonna die, it'll make me, Knox, Uncle Ryan, and your daddy very upset if you did." Brendon said, picking her up. "Break time for you, missy." 
"Finally!" Amelie said, "Am I gonna get paid for this?" 
"How about a happy meal?" 
"Okay!" 
"I would not wanna be employed by you." Ryan said breathlessly as he lay down on the floor of the apartment like Amelie had earlier. "I don't wanna be payed in happy meals." 
"Oh shush." Brendon said, rolling his eyes. "And how did getting the couch down go?" 
"We got it down, that's all that matters, and it's strapped to the back of Ryan's truck." Dallon answered, laying on the hardwood floor in the kitchen. "Ry, you gotta come over here, it's cold." 
"Okay good, I thought you two were gonna get crushed or something." 
"What's the plan?" Knox asked, still sitting on the floor with the dogs. 
"I'm gonna take the couch to Goodwill with the rest of the stuff I've dropped off there, and then I'm gonna drop the dogs off at your house, and then we're all meeting up to get food?" Ryan said, turning his head a little to look at Dallon, waiting for a response for the last part of the sentence. 
"Yep, that's the idea." Dallon said, his arm going over his eyes, sighing. 

They all heard the door to one of the other apartments slam shut, Brendon tensing up. Dallon stood up quickly, feeling extremely nervous as he saw his boyfriend looking anxious. Ryan was up also, gently pushing Knox over by Brendon, his eyes glued to the door. 
"Urie, what's with all the noise?" The neighbor Dallon recognized from the last time he had been over said, looking around the apartment. "Oh, running away from payments?" 
"I'm moving out, dumbass." Brendon fired back, holding both Amelie and Knox close. 
"Hey dipshit, you can fuck off now y'know." Ryan said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And I'm pretty sure Brendon wants his security deposit back, so I would kill you right now, but I really don't want blood in the carpet and a bounty on my back." 
"And you don't wanna go into a coffin, so fuck off." Amelie said, which made everyone startled. 
The guy shrugged, walking off, going back to his own place, muttering about the place no tbeing worth the money anyway. 
"Thanks, guys." Brendon sighed, picking up one of the dog carriers. "Amee, don't ever say that word again okay? That's very bad." 
"But he was mean to you, Dad, and I'm allowed to say stuff like that back right?" 
"She does have a point there..." Ryan said, shrugging his shoulders. 
Dallon rolled his eyes, shrugging also. "I guess it's okay this one time, but don't say it again okay? Do you think your teachers would want you to be cursing like that?" 
"Mr. Knight used to leave the room a lot cause he didn't want us to learn bad words too... but Mr. Wood said he curses a lot! Almost every sentence when he's not with kids!" Amelie said, tugging on Brendon's hair. 
"Wow...good to know." Her father said, picking up the other dog carrier, Ryan picking up Knox. "Whelp, let's head out...Knox do you wanna ride with Uncle Ryan?" 
"I WANNA!" Amelie exclaimed after her brother shook his head. "Can I come, Uncle Ry?" 
"Sure you can, shorty, let's go." Ryan said, trading the kids with Brendon, carrying Amelie upside down. 

"Okay, so are we gonna drop the dogs off now?" Brendon asked as he buckled Knox into his car seat. "How're you doing there, bud?" 
"I'm good!" Knox said, sticking his fingers through the small bars of the front of the dog carrier that held Bogart. "Don't worry, the car isn't scary, and Daddy is a good driver when Dad isn't distracting him." 
"Your kids are sassy, y'know that right?" Brendon said, getting in his side of the car, sighing a little, leaning back in his seat. 
"Yep, they get it from you." Dallon said, pulling out of the parking lot. 
"I'm not even their real dad, they don't get it genetically." Brendon said quietly, giggling softly. 
"What do you mean you're not our real dad? Sure you are!" Knox said, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. 
"Buddy, I'm not your biological dad is what I'm saying, your daddy is." Brendon said, trying his best to explain to him what he was talking about. "Remember your mom, she's your other biological parent." 
"I don't like her." Knox said, crossing his arms and frowning. "She's mean and she yelled at Daddy, I hater her." 
"Knox, don't say that about your mother." Dallon said. 
"Why not? I do hate her, Dad is a lot better than Breezy." 

Brendon and Dallon looked at each other for a good amount of time. "Damn." They both said. 
"I love you, Dad, I love you, Daddy." Knox said. 
"We love you too, kiddo." Brendon said, reaching back to ruffle Knox's hair, grinning at him. "Wanna listen to the radio or keep talking?" 
"Are you sure you wanna hear me talk? Amee talked to you so much your ears might fall off if I talk." 
Dallon had to stifle back his laugh, meanwhile Brendon had completely forgotten to be parenty and lost it. He and Knox were both laughing until the much smaller boy began coughing. "Bleh, I hate it when that happens." 
"Same, kiddo." Brendon said. "And you can always talk to me about anything, even if your sister's already talked to me a ton." 
"Okay cool! You're the best, Dad! And you are too, Daddy!"
"Thanks, bud." Dallon said, smiling to himself as he heard his boyfriend and son talk about comic books, feeling extremely happy with his small family, but also extremely tired from the previous events from the earlier. 

(okay so that was thrown together kinda last minute heh...sorry about how random it is, I wrote a good chunk of it at like 1 in the morning and the rest was an almost all day project, but hey, gotta get to that 4175 words right? 

Anyways, so sorry if this sucked, but have a great day/night!)