“I can imagine, hehe.” Matheus didn’t know what it was like to be a dad, but he did have some experience with taking care of a child—even though he was only sixteen at the time, the responsibility of educating and preparing the new emperor had fallen on his shoulders. Besides, he didn’t need experience to see the troubles the boys got themselves into.
“Thank you, tio Bryce. I try not to–” The boy nodded, smiling gently at Bryce’s words. The invitation caught him off guard. He still had his mind on what the Australian had called his father—a dropkick sounded about right—when his thoughts were interrupted, making brown eyes widen once he processed the information.
“I’d love to!” he responded. But Matheus did have important Christmas plans with somebody else, and he had to include them in his new plans somehow. “Can my boyfriend come too? Like, last year was our first Christmas together-together. It wouldn’t be a stranger or anything, you know Claude.”
Bryce’s own features broke out into a bright smile, and he was even quicker to nod along with Matheus’ request. ‘Claude? Toulouse, right? Sure, he’s been here plenty. Henry would love’ta see him again, I’m sure. He doesn’t visit much now that Charles and me aren’t together, but—’ Bryce shrugged, opting out of that conversation very quickly.
‘I’ll make sure to have the spare room set up for the both of ya… We usually go Christmas light hunting a couple nights before and there’s some community events that happen, so if you wanna come along to those too, you’ll have to be here about a week in advance. That’d be better for flights though, ey?’ Bryce grinned, from ear to ear, sitting back into his seat again. ‘Maybe I’ll even teach ya how to make pavlova.’
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