Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don Alan
Disclaimer: Belongs to many other people, not me
Warnings/Squicks: Footsie :-)
Summary: What moments mark a friendship, a love, a marriage, a lifetime?
Previous chapters: Larry and Megan’s Wedding
Notes: Short and sweet today folks.
Beta(s): The great goddess irena_adler
Charlie vaguely wondered if this was domestic bliss. Rare rain was gently falling on the roof as he marked papers at the dinning room table. Don was next to him going through review papers, while Colby filled out reports, and Alan looked through some building projects an old friend asked him to double check. The room was quiet except for the content scratching of pens, the rustling of papers, the hum of the fridge, and the fall of rain.
Don gave a small cough. “Colby?”
“Yes?” The agent looked up from his work.
“Not that I’m not flattered but I think that foot on my thigh is meant for Charlie.”
Charlie looked up in time to see Colby turn bright red. Colby looked like he wanted to die as Don tried not to laugh. Alan Eppes kept his nose firmly in his papers, ignoring the boys’ antics. Colby buried his face in his hands.
“Be nice, Don.” Charlie said tersely.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You were laughing.”
Colby peeked through his fingers to see Don turn a similar shade to his.
“Don’t you dare.”
“So Don’s in the 7th grade.”
“And there’s this girl.”
“Junior Prom. Charlie. I swear to god. Junior Prom.”
“Boys,” Alan barked, still not looking up. “Behave. Do your homework.”
“Yes, dad” were the Pavlovian mumbles.
Alan looked up and shot Colby a quick wink before burying his head back into paperwork.