This is for a prompt that @wesawbears sent me and I would have answered it in an ask like I usually do but my hand slipped and I accidentally sent it before it was done so :)))))) (Also this happened before drinking so that’s def not the reason. my hand just sucks)
If Sam made a habit out of this, Seb was going to have to kill him.
The fact that Sam went out to the bar (again) to drink (again) wasn’t what bothered Sebastian. Sam could do whatever he pleased on the nights that Sebastian was too busy to satisfy his husband’s boredom, so long as he didn’t get into trouble. Of course, the one thing that Sam seemed to like doing the most was exactly that.
According to the police report, someone who knew about Sam and Sebastian began making rather rude remarks to Sam. Something implying that the two of them were disgusting abominations who had scat fetishes, though the remarks were far less eloquent. Sam, who did not yet have enough alcohol in his system to render him effectively useless in all forms of confrontation, took it upon himself to smash the man’s face into the bar.
Cue the inevitable phone call at four in the morning where Sam explained the situation (”No he’s not dead the manager pulled me off before I could stab him he’s just in the ICU”) and asked Sebastian when he could come bail him out.
“Why do you just assume that I’m going to get you out of yet another mess that you created for yourself?”
Sebastian hung up and let out an audible groan of frustration. Too audible, because a moment later he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the bedroom. Then there was a knock at the door and a hesitant voice saying, “Dad?”
“Just a minute,” Sebastian called. He pushed himself out of bed and slipped a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt on before opening the door to let Gavin inside.
“Gavin, we’ve talked about you staying up this late.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Where’s Sam?”
Sebastian noted with a pointed look that Gavin was changing the subject to avoid being reprimanded. Unfortunately this was one of the situations where it worked.
“He’s at the police station.”
“Did he do something stupid again?”
“In his mind, no. According to the law, yes.”
Gavin nodded. As the eldest child he was familiar with the younger of his adoptive father’s particular outlook and the consequences of said outlook. Sebastian explained the entire situation as he knew it and then proceeded to call the station back so that he could pay Sam’s bail.
“Aren’t you gonna go get him?”
“No. I’m tired of this. If he wants to keep getting in fights then he can find his own way home.”
There was a moment where it looked like Gavin might argue, but eventually he sighed and left the room, hopefully to sleep. Sebastian finished the phone call with a message to be delivered to Sam, which essentially said, “Get your shit together before you step foot in this house again.” Once he finished, he fell back into bed and attempted to sleep for a few more hours before he had to start getting children ready for school.
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Sam did not come home that day. Sebastian got the children ready by himself, though with some help from Gavin. He went to work, he went home early in order to be there when the children got home and so that Cass could go to her dinner shift at the diner. Of course she commented on the fact that Sam wasn’t here and of course Sebastian told her nothing other than that Sam was a lovable idiot leaning more towards idiot right now. Cass could speculate on that as she wished.
Sebastian helped the children with their homework, played with the triplets for a bit, and then he ordered an obscene amount of Chinese food because like hell was he cooking tonight. He made sure everyone ate, including the babies, and then it was time for everyone to have a bit of relaxation time before bed. Sebastian wanted desperately to go to bed, but he also didn’t want to go to bed alone. The fact that Sam hadn’t come home yet was vaguely worrying, but Sebastian trusted him to come home when he felt that he had, in fact, gotten his shit together.
So of course when Sam did finally come home, right as the children were laying down for bed, it had to be with one of his grand entrances.
It wasn’t the first time Sam decided to stand outside with a boombox. It was, however, the first time that Sam chose to play a song that Sebastian did not recognize, nor did he think it was something that Sam would genuinely listen to. He was standing on the front lawn with the boombox over his head, and when Sebastian went out to see what the hell his husband had come up with as an apology this time, he was surprised and disturbed to hear a practically pubescent voice singing over bouncy guitar.
When Gavin appeared beside Sebastian with a grin on his face that was just a little too excited, he understood how Sam had gotten hold of the boombox that was supposed to be in the basement, and where he’d gotten the idea for the song.
“What can I say?
I fucked this up again,”
“You can say that again,” Sebastian muttered.
“I run around and make,
A mess of everything,
I made a big mistake,
And now I'm wondering,
Would ya,
Bail me out if I need it,”
If Sebastian questioned Gavin’s intelligence and wit before, he certainly didn’t now. The better question was how this random “pop punk” band, as the kids called it, had crafted a song that somehow perfectly represented Sam in these situations. He continued listening to the song and found it more and more accurate. Even worse, he found himself tapping his foot along to the beat.
“Pretty great song, right Dad?”
“Go to bed before I ground you for helping your other father out of the doghouse.”
Gavin disappeared back into the house as the next chorus came around, and at that point Sebastian strode across the lawn and pressed the stop button.
“I think this might be even more absurd than you getting up to my apartment window and playing Aerosmith.”
“Does that mean you forgive me?”
“Of course I do. Get in the house before we get a noise complaint.”
