"Smartass," you hissed.

Sting, who looked completely lost and confused ( which had become normal in the seven years that you were married to him ), tried his best to explain his actions, although all you got from his "explanation" was to never leave Sting alone with Lance ever again.

• • earlier that day

You were about to open the door but your hand refused to turn the knob, and instead, you turned around to look at the two boys, obediently standing behind you, bright grins gracing their faces. Who were these two boys? You husband, Sting Eucliffe and his son, Lance.

Sting was the ( much ) taller one, with blond hair that looked spiky and was always unruly but was surprisingly soft to the touch and very fun to play with. Sting had the most attractive pair of blue eyes you had ever seen, as they were always carrying so much emotion within them. All you had to do was look into his eyes and you could tell just what he was really feeling.

Although, his eyes aren't the only attractive thing about him. Sting's form was also very admirable. He was incredibly muscular and he had this bad ( well, not really ) habit of showing off and at home, he was very comfortable with walking around in nothing but his boxers. He still had the body to do so, so...

Lance would probably be what you imagined Sting to be as a child. Lance had blond hair, like his father, although Lance's was a shade darker. Lance had your [e/c] eyes, which also had a habit of displaying what he really was feeling, much like his father.

Lance was a little chubby ( maybe because Sting and Lance were almost always seen eating together ), but it added to his charm and his cuteness. Lance was usually kept to himself and was very quiet and incredibly loving whenever he was with you, but when Sting was there, the two would cause a ruckus and, if left to their own devices, would probably end up burning the house down.

Lance really did take after his father.

The two males' grins remained on their faces and you knew that they were waiting for you to leave the house so they could start making a mess and having fun. That was why you hesitated and thought it over countless times in your head: was it really a good idea to leave Sting along with Lance?

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" you asked Sting for the millionth time that day.

"Of course I will!" was Sting's confident reply, Lance nodded in agreement, and that only increased your worries, "Just have fun, okay?"

"And food!" Lance exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Sting agreed, his eyes lighting up at the mere thought of food, "Bring us back some food too! Please? There, I said 'please', now you have to do what I say!"

You rolled your eyes, forgetting about your worries for a split-second, "Yeah, yeah. I'll bring you guys food, in return, make sure I don't come home to a pile of rubble and ash, 'kay?"

"'Kay!"

So, with great uncertainty, you left the house, which meant Sting and Lance were in charge of making sure the house wouldn't burn to ashes. When you were gone, Sting immediately faced Lance and the two boys had a silent understanding...

...before they proceeded with their plans for the day.

• • time skip

After running some errands, and dilly-dallying for a while, you decided it was high time to head back home so that you could check on Sting and Lance. Just outside the door of your house ( which miraculoudly managed to remain in one piece ), you heard the sound of crying, making you panic.

You opened the door as quickly as your hands were able, and you quickly scanned the room to try and pinpoint the source of the crying. Your panicked and incredibly worried [e/c] eyes landed on the couch, where Lance sat, bawling loudly.

His father was nowhere to be found.

You did a double-take on Lance and you noticed that he had scraped his right knee, as it was bleeding ( though it wasn't that strong, thank goodness ) and the skin was red and both of his knees were covered in dirt. Lance's teary eyes landed on you and the first thing he did was run towards you, hugging your legs.

You bent down to his level and petted his hair affectionately, speaking comforting words in a soft and loving manner to try and calm him down. For the most part, it worked, and it was then that Sting decided to walk in and enter the scene.

"Oh--[Y/N]!" Sting exclaimed.

"And where the hell have you been?" you asked dangerously, your eyebrow arching, "Leaving your miserable son all alone on the couch?"

You noticed Sting's hands ( which were behind his back and completely out of sight ) figdeting before one of his hands traveled to the back of his neck, which he rubbed while letting out a weak chuckle.

It completely gave away the fact that he was nervous. "Eh--I...I was getting a bandage for Lance--yeah!"

"Smartass," you hissed.

Sting, who looked completely lost and confused ( which had become normal in the seven years that you were married to him ), tried his best to explain his actions, although all you got from his "explanation" was to never leave Sting alone with Lance ever again.

"Let me get this straight," you said, "you and Lance were playing in the park, right? Yeah? So Lance fell and he goes 'boohoo' and you bring him back here and think he's gonna magically stop crying?"

"...."

"You have got to be kidding me," you huffed, gently picking Lance up and allowing the small child to bury his face into your chest, his cries becoming softer and softer to the point he only sniffled now and then.

"You okay there?" you asked softly.

Lance shook his messy mop of golden hair as his grip on you tightened significantly, "It hurts. It hurts a lot, mommy. I want it to go away."

"I'll patch you up, okay? Afterwards, I'd be very happy to yell at your father for making you-"

"No, mommy!" as he spoke, Lance pulled his face away from your chest to look at you with his slightly red, puffy, innocent [e/c] eyes, "Daddy didn't do anything! I promise! Daddy was only having fun!"

"Please don't get mad at daddy," Lance pleaded, "it was my fault. I don't want you and daddy to fight."

You gaped at Lance, completely stunned by his words, although coming from a 5 year old child, held a lot of meaning; those few sentences contained so much love that it genuinely and unexpectedly melted your heart. You turned to Sting to see how he would react to his own son's words, and you were shocked to see his head turned to the side, as Sting bit his lower lip.

"Damnit," he cursed, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, "God...damnit."

You smiled softly, both in amusement and in fondness as you watched this simple-minded, idiot Dragon Slayer boy who had managed to make you fall desperately and utterly in love with him in such a small period of time.

"...you're making your father cry."

• • end of chapter

[ A/N ]: ( 08 - 02 - 2016 )

there are so many new things going on how am i going to cope with all of this. anyway the first chapter of the third book of this sting x reader...installment is now officially up!

[ this chapter was completely un-edited so dont be surprised if you see any misspelt words or grammatical errors or repeated phrases/ words ]

i suggest you read the first two books "He Makes the Stars Shine Brighter" [ book 1 ] and "Safe In My Arms" [ book 2 ] before you read this book because there may be references that you would only understand if you read the previous books

also

im going to begin editing "He Makes the Stars Shine Brighter" [ because it desperately needs editing my gawd ] so sorry for any spam updates

i suppose thats all

[ im really sorry this camer out later than i had planned school is a