Set in late spring early summer after Phil's and Lindsy's wedding. Just a funny one.

Josh, the lovesick puppy.

Phil woke up not sure why he did. Was there a sound?

Lying still in bed he listened if he could hear it again. But Lindsy was right on the money during their first holiday in Vanuatu, he was slightly deaf from all the engine noise.

No there it was again. There was somebody downstairs.

Shoving Lindsy to wake her up he slid out of bed and grabbed his robe.

"Wha?"

Lindsy was sitting up in bed and clearly not amused to be woken up this way.

"There is somebody downstairs, I'm going to check but just keep the phone handy to call for backup."

And with those encouraging words Phil was out the door leaving a rather stressed out Lindsy sitting on her bed. Her first action was to grab the phone and get 112 ready on speed dial.

Phil did his best to sneak down the stairs but that isn't exactly easy for a big and heavy man like him, on the bright side, the chance was that any thief's would run for their lives once they saw him.

The sounds where coming from the living room, it somehow sounded familiar. Softly opening the door Phil was met with an astounding sight.

There, stretched out over the couch was his oldest son. Fully dressed except for his shoes, and with stains on his cheeks. That combined with the collection of vodka bottle's and the stench of smoke, alcohol, stale sweat and puke told its own story to Phil. Only why would Josh be in his living room, passed out on his couch, last time he checked the kid was in LA playing manager. Too tired and sleepy to figure it out Phil just went to get a comforter and throw that over his drunkenly snoring kid.

Bending over while trying to get the thing to cover as much of Josh as possible Phil heard the living room door open and there was his wife. He still liked that, his wife. Looking like she was near a panic attack but also armed to the hilt with a baseball bat and ready to do some damage.

"SSSHHHHH it's just Josh."

Last thing that Phil wanted was for the drunken youngster to wake up, because than he would have to deal with, well whatever, in the middle of the night.

So just as stealthily as they went down stairs the two relatively newly weds went back to their bedroom, hoping that the sleeping train wreck would be gone by morning.

Early the next morning Lindsy got ready to check up on the new HLA headquarters for the USA. Once she got into the living room Josh made such a cute picture that she couldn't resist the temptation. Because there her stepson was. On his back with his hands over his head. He had kicked the comforter down and his T shirt had ridden up during the night leaving his belly exposed, slowly rising and falling with his breathing.

That expanse of nicely tanned skin with the spit bubbles blowing face on her couch was just to much for Lindsy so early in the morning. Kneeling down next to the couch she blew a raspberry on that smooth tanned skin.

Josh freaked and jumped up knocking Lindsy ass first onto the coffee table. That shattered into a thousand pieces and Lindsy shrieked at the top of her voice, more from surprise at Josh fast reaction than from fear or pain. But Phil didn't hear the difference. So he came down the stairs at breakneck speed only to find both Josh and Lindsy doubled over in laughter in his shattered living room.

Only Josh his laughter was short lived. Within five minutes he was back to hung-over and grumpy as can be.

And this time it was Lindsy's fault. She asked the wrong question.

"Hey Josh, where did you leave Helmuth? Is he with his sis?"

"Shut the Bleeb up, just shut up, I don't want to talk about it, leave me the bleeb alone."

And with that Josh stormed out of the sliding doors onto the yard. Phil wanted to follow his son and chew him out for cursing at his wife. ( he so still liked the sound of that).

Only Lindsy held him back.

"Yoy Phil, clothes."

Phil looked at himself and realised that he had once again stormed down the stairs to confront one of his kids in the buff. So muttering a lot of polite Beringsea nothings under his breath Phil made his way up the stairs again to get dressed.

Lindsy decided to just let Josh calm down on his own. She had seen him get shit faced drunk before and the kid had a great sense of survival and always ended up okay, so no need to worry about him. And she was not in any shape to deal with a grumpy Josh before she had something to eat and some tea anyway.

By the time Lindsy had eaten her breakfast Phil was in the yard talking to Josh. And by the look of it, it didn't go to well, Josh was crying and Phil seemed highly uncomfortable. All Lindsy was thinking was how to get out of here before they notice she was gone.

But no such luck. Just as she was sneaking towards her car Phil saw her and gave a shout.

So Lindsy ended up going to the building site with a still sniffling, but refusing to talk, Josh sitting next to her.

Starting to get nervous about her adoptive kid instead of her step kid she just drove a bit faster. At the building site she parked Josh in the office to talk to the contractors while she went outside to gather some intell on her geeks.

She started with Hilde, the girl was awake at stupid times anyway because it seemed Tahti had her dads lousy sleeping habits.

"Hey Hilde, what is going on with Helmuth and Josh? I have a seriously pissed off Josh here and he refuses to talk."

Fortunately Hilde had all the answers.

"Helmuth has a girlfriend." The happy in love if exhausted older sister was gushing with joy.

"And she moved in with him, and Josh cant stand her, so he has left in a fury yesterday. I will call Helmuth to tell him that Josh is save and over here."

"AHW how sweet, who is she, what is she like?"

Lindsy was going in mamma overdrive, and Hilde was more than happy to supply the info she had. Only that wasn't very much.

So it was decided that the two meddlesome females where flying to LA later that day to pay a surprise visit to Helmuth and lover.

The poor boy doesn't know what is going to hit him.

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