Here's another one that was posted to another site, so once again sorry if you recognize it. Hopefully i'll be able to finish it because it will be a bit revised.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and mean no harm.

Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!

The sun streaming in through the open window covered his face completely, causing him to burrow deeper into the covers.

A groan escaped his lips, it was way too early to get up. And since he had the day off and no where to be that morning, he'd indulged himself the night before. Which he was definitely paying for with a sweet throbbing going on at the temples.

Through the pain he heard the soft hum of sleep coming from underneath the covers next to him. Without opening his eyes, he smiled and shifted to cuddle his lover. Once pressed firmly against his back, he peppered the man's shoulder with soft kisses before moving towards his neck. A sleepy moan was the only response from the sleeping man. As he trailed his lips to his lover's jaw, an unfamiliar scent had him opening his eyes.

"Baby..."

The rest of the words got stuck in his throat. As understanding donned on him, his expression turned from mild confusion and amusement to complete horror.

He scrambled out of the bed quickly, not caring if he woke the man or not. His eyes frantically searching around the unknown room, trying to get his bearings. This was definitely not his bedroom or home for that matter. And that man was definitely not his husband. With his shirt halfway on, he grabbed his shoes and keys and ran out of the room. A small flood of relief washed over him as he bolted for the door. He'd still been wearing his jeans.

What in the hell happened? Please, oh please, tell me nothing happened last night. Nothing happened....nothing happened...

Similar thoughts ran through his head over and over again as he started up his truck.

Oh god, what have I done? His mind screamed as he sped down the road.

Though his eyes had combed the room several times, in his state of hurry he overlooked one small, damaging detail. In the only corner not bathed in sunlight, hiding for the most part behind books, was a small flashing red light.

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The awful smell of burning biscuits pulled him from his thoughts.

"Oh man, oh no!" He exclaimed as he hurried to pull them from the oven.

"I don't have to eat those, do I?" Whined his 5 year old daughter. She was the only one of his three kids who actually came to the breakfast table when called. Her older siblings were always fighting over the bathroom in the mornings.

"No, Abbey." He said as he turned towards her with a smile touching his lips.

"Good, cause I'd rather go hungry." She stated matter of factly.

This caused her father to laugh. He'd forgotten all about the biscuits. His mind had been otherwise occupied.

"How bout you go check on your brother and sister. Tell them to shake a leg before the food gets cold."

After the biscuits were disposed of, they'd been completely black by the way, he started to fix plates. Each one received a good portion of scrambled eggs, cheesy grits and hickory smoked bacon. Next to each plate was a cup of orange juice, only Shelton's held a straw. This being the only way he'd drink anything.

"Picky boy, just like his papa." He said aloud to no one in particular. He then took a moment to admire his work. Normally he just created things that could no longer call themselves edible.

His proud moment of bliss was interrupted when a female voice shrieked through the air. He never even made it to the stairs...he was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of his 10 year old daughter's face.

"Dad! Look what Shelton did to me!" Danielle cried. "I thought you told him no more pranks and...it's not funny!" She was very very close to tears.

He couldn't help but laugh. Her face was covered in what looked to be cinnamon toothpaste. He was always taken aback at how her twin brother could put so much effort into his prank contraptions but was barely passing the 5th grade.

"Go wash up and I'll talk to your brother. But hurry or we'll be late." Her father failed miserably at suppressing a laugh as she ran up stairs mumbling insults under her breath.

He started up the stairs himself knowing he'd find his son hiding in his fort. Face ready like an angel's, eyes full of apologies, words full of lies. He'd only made it halfway when he heard the unmistakable sound of the front door closing. He had never fixed the creaking his husband had bugged him about countless times.

"So it seems Papa hasn't forgotten about his family after all, hmm..." Noah teased his husband as he rounded the corner facing Luke's back.

Luckily, Noah couldn't see his face because for the second time that morning said face was painted with pure horror.