https://archiveofourown.org/series/6231331
my ao3 link for anyone interested
an excerpt from one of my works:
"Hey," Chris said. He didn't smile, his eyes darting between Eddie and Buck before landing on the floor.
Buck immediately slid off the counter, his internal 'dad-radar' instantly pinging. "Hey, man. You're just in time. The roast is done, garlic bread is in the oven. You hungry?"
"Not really," Chris said, shifting his weight. He kept his hands crammed deep into the pockets of his hoodie.
Eddie set his wine glass down, the relaxed posture he’d held all evening evaporating. He exchanged a quick, sharp look with Buck. Something’s wrong.
"¿Qué te pasa, hijo?" Eddie asked, his voice dropping into that calm, steady tone he used when the world was tilting. "How’s Maya?"
Chris swallowed hard. He looked up, his eyes wide and suddenly looking very young, very terrified. "Maya's fine. She's... she's at her parents' house right now." He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling sharply. "Can we sit down? Please?"
"Yeah. Yeah, of course," Buck said quickly, pulling out one of the bar stools at the island while Eddie stood up, guiding Chris toward the dining table instead, sensing the need for a more grounded space.
They sat. Chris in the middle, Eddie on his left, Buck on his right. The house, usually so full of noise and ease, felt suddenly, suffocatingly quiet. The timer on the oven for the garlic bread began to beep, a shrill, piercing sound. Buck started to jump up, but Eddie caught his wrist.
"I'll get it," Eddie said quietly. He walked over to the oven, turned it off, and pulled the bread out, leaving it on the stove-top. The mundane action gave Chris a moment to breathe, but when Eddie sat back down, the tension in the room hadn't dissipated. It had thickened.
Chris was staring at his hands, which were now resting on the dark wood of the table. They were shaking, just a little.
"Chris," Buck said, his voice incredibly gentle, leaning forward so he could try to catch the kid's eye. "Whatever it is, you can tell us. Did you get into trouble? Did something happen at school?"
"I'm not failing," Chris whispered. He let out a ragged breath that sounded dangerously close to a sob, though he held it back. He looked at Eddie, then at Buck, his lips trembling. "Maya's pregnant."
