Treville's POV
He loved his boys. He wasn't going to lie when he first adopted them he had his doubts. What 30 year old man wouldn't have had their doubts when adopting 4 boys.
Artemis and Charles had been the first ones to open up to him. Porthos had been soon to follow. But Athos had been a different story. He was very protective over his little brothers, well they all were but treville had a feeling that Athos was the worst because he was the oldest. Then one day when Artemis tried to climb a tree and fell down (the other ones had been sick with worry). Treville had held his son while he cried and Athos had just looked at him with new respect.
And then when everything was so perfect, it all changed . They had finally become a family (a very weird family he wasn't going to lie ,but still a family)
It all started a rainy evening in October. He was making dinner together with Porthos (who was surprisingly good in the kitchen).
Athos was helping Charles with his homework and Artemis was probably in his room talking to some girl.
He was listening to Porthos talking about some new movie he and his friends was going to see when Artemis came into the kitchen. "Dad look maybe I was using your phone to call my friends but... eh, well someone has left you like 9 messages so I think it's important" Artemis said with an innocent smile "we're gonna talk about whether or whether not you used my phone after dinner young man" treville told his son while putting the phone to his ear so he could listen to the message."Hello mr treville" said a woman's voice on the other end "I will get right to the point, I am calling from child protective services" treville froze, he did not like those last three words "it has come to our information that your youngest son Charles d'artagnan has a relative that is alive and wants custody of him"