Min Dyrebare Gave (My Precious Gift)

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Chapter 11

"Hola, little Emil. We are here to pick you up!" The Spaniard announced excitedly, waving at the curled up sobbing boy next to the bench.

"What is this? Why so many tears, mi amigo?" Antonio asked with apparent worry in his voice.

Emil glanced away in embarrassment and sniffled from the disappointment of the memories. The children in his class are brutally cruel. They gossiped behind his back and even threw a chicken nugget at him during lunch.

"Where is my Mommy?" Emil asked through a few sniffles and uncurled his body somewhat at the fact that they were Lukas's friends.

"The stupid fish eater is at work, okay?" Lovino muttered, crossing his arms across his chest. Emil's frowning mouth quivered at the rudeness of the southern Italian male.

"Oh, don't scare him, mi amor!" Antonio sang as he knelt down to Emil's level. Lovino twisted away with a cherry red blush blemishing his cheeks at the affectionate nickname. The Spanish male grabbed Emil's small waist carefully with his large hands and carried him in his strong arms. Emil automatically wrapped his small arms around Antonio's neck to prevent himself from falling off. Lovino opened the driver's door of the forest green car with two sporty white stripes decorating the exterior. The Spaniard carefully placed Emil down in the car seat that Lukas uses for him. He squirmed to settle in a comfortable position after Antonio buckled him in. Antonio slammed the door shut and shooed Lovino out of the driver's seat. He loved Lovino but he didn't like his wild driving skills. One mini heart attack was enough since he allowed Lovino to get behind the wheel.

"I miss my Mommy!" Emil whined over the upbeat Latin music that Lovino purposely turned up once he heard Emil's young voice cry out words. The couple sang together to the lyrics and unintentionally ignored the five year old. Well, Lovino intentionally ignored him.

Twenty minutes later, Antonio pulled into the parking lot of their workplace. They were clothed in casual attire, but soon they would wear their 'uniforms'. Tonight was special. Tonight was an event that Emil was forbidden from seeing.

Pulling open the door in the back of the club, Lukas jumped out of his skin when he saw Antonio holding his baby. Emil released a surprised gasp and stretched his arms and body for Lukas to take him in his arms. Tears welled up in his large lavender eyes as soon as Lukas held him protectively against his chest.

"Mommy!" Emil cried out with tears streaming down his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around Lukas's neck and whined into his shoulder, "I-I'm hungry and everyone picked on me at school today!"

"I thought that you guys grabbed him some food on the way here?" Lukas shot the two lovers a hardened glare. Antonio rubbed the back of his head, glancing over in Lovino's direction as if he was blaming the southern Italian. Lovino caught on to this nonverbal gesture and hit him over his head with his fist. Not too hard but enough to take out his anger. He refused to be thrown under the bus again.

Lovino and Antonio scurried off to help the others prepare for the private party tonight. Only the special VIPs were invited and others were prohibited from entering the club tonight. Lukas turned from them, nuzzling his face against Emil's teary eyed face, pressed a kiss against his lips, and smiled brightly. Only Emil was allowed to see Lukas smile so beautifully. He deserved to witness such a breathtaking sight.

"I'll order you something to eat, Emil dear. What do you want to eat?" Lukas asked as he bounced the slightly distraught boy on his hip. Emil whimpered softly, his little hands clutching on his shoulders, and his innocent eyes glancing away from the loving indigo eyes that belonged to none other than Lukas.

"I want the food that you make."

"I'm sorry but I can't leave so you'll have to eat the food that they sell here." Lukas stuck his tongue out at the little boy in his arms and walked over to where Antonio was tying on a small white apron around his lean waist. Emil found himself leaning forward to touch the chilled surface of the dark brown bar counter out of curiosity.

Lukas pulled him away from the dirty bar counter and pressed his squirming body against his torso. "No, don't touch. Just look at the menu."

"Mommy, can I have pizza?" Emil asked offhandedly in Lukas's arms; watching the atmosphere around him. The other workers were setting up large tables to seat a dozen people. Streamers, confetti, balloons, and other random party assortments decorated the area. He watched as Berwald, the Swede, playfully smack Tino's pert butt. Emil turned away from the sight over Lukas's shoulder and directed his attention back to the menu in front of them.

"Of course. Anything for you, Emil." Lukas allowed a very small smile appear on his lips.

Antonio greeted them with a wave, "Ah, mi amigos! What would you like to order?" He switched his gaze from Lukas to the cutie clinging on Lukas's upper body.

"Two slices of pizza and two glasses of water." Lukas ordered nonchalantly, pulling out a small wad of singles from his short taunting navy blue sailor shorts. It was spandex, tight, and showed a hint of his butt cheeks. His fitted white sailor shirt showed a satisfying amount of his toned slender stomach. Emil snuggled closer to Lukas's chest as they waited for the food to be served. While the pizza cooked in the metal oven in the back, Lukas handed the small glass of water for Emil to drink. After Emil gulped down the last drop of water, Lukas removed the glass from Emil's hands and emptied his glass of water hastily.

"Here you go," Antonio presented them with the pizza. They quickly finished their meal and Lukas carried Emil over towards the break room. The moment he opened the door, he bumped into a taller male.

"Hey Lukas and little Emil!" Mathias greeted them enthusiastically, scanning Lukas's body in the process. He was looking very appealing tonight.

"Hi, Mathias." Lukas nodded in acknowledgement, setting down Emil on the comfortable sofa and walked over to grab his trench coat from the coat hanger. A faint blush dusted over his cheeks when Emil puckered his lips in the cutest way possible. Just as Lukas leaned down to kiss him on his lips, he pulled away to blanket the boy in the warm coat.

"It's going to be an eventful night, so Mommy needs you to behave and take a nap. I love you, Emil…" Lukas whispered the last part against his ear. Emil giggled when Lukas's breath tickled his ear. Lukas pressed his lips against Emil's forehead and had to hold back from taking him in his arms again. He desperately wanted to carry Emil around on his hip as he worked the floor and served customers. Sadly, that was not allowed; Lars would not approve of that decision in this lifetime.

Waving goodbye to the adorable boy on the sofa, Mathias led Lukas out of the break room. They didn't exchange any words until Lars approached them with a grin plastered on his face.

"Lukas, copy me."

Lukas frowned deeper at his condescending tone of voice and crossed his arms defiantly. Mathias's eyes widened at the reluctance of Lukas and nudged him in his side. Lars's eyes hardened and his hand jolted out to roughly grab the young man by his upper arm.

"I don't want to fire you since you bring in customers with your looks but I will punish you if you don't start acting like you are happy to work here!" Lukas frowned with unexpected tears stinging at his eyes from all of the unanticipated deafening shouts of rage. He managed to pry himself out of Lars's mean grip and stumbled back a few steps. Mathias caught his fall as Lars pivoted on his heel to walk away without a grin on his face.

Before Lukas and Mathias could actually say something, two of their coworkers were on the stage and Tino spoke into the microphone.

"Hey everybody! As you know, we are preparing to throw a bachelor's party for Ludwig! The doors open in five minutes. Thank you everyone for making this happen." And with that said, the workers returned to work and polished the finishing touches of the place.

Five minutes later, a wagon full of men filled up the club with incessant chatter amongst themselves. Lukas watched familiar faces and some he had never seen in his life.

Lukas's heart instantly dropped at the thought of his precious Emil resting soundly on the sofa in the break room. He missed holding the small boy on his hip and squishing his face into his chest. Kissing him on his forehead and his little pouting lips warmed every fiber of his being with happiness.

Lukas turned his attention back to the men at the large table, hooting and hollering about the good times with the bachelor.

"What can I get for you?" Lukas asked in a feigned cheerful accent and winked awkwardly at the man he was asking.

"I take a glass of Vodka."

Lukas nodded at the Russian male, scribbled the order down on his note pad, and made his way around the table with an unwillingly forced smile as he took everyone else's orders. After he did that, he scurried over to the bar and watched in awe as Antonio completed the twenty orders in five minutes flat. Impressive indeed.

"Thank you, Antonio..." Norway muttered under his breath, grabbing several drinks and waved Tino over to help him out with the other drinks.

Mathias strolled away from the attractive blonde haired waiter in search for a bottle of beer since he was on his fifteen minute break. It was going to be a long night so he decided to get a little buzzed.

As the night progressed, the men played poker and almost ninety five percent of them ended up wasted. Lukas decided to force a smile as he approached a man waving his hand in the air. Quickly pulling out his notepad, he prepared to write down the order from the drunkard.

"I want you to give our good man the best lap dance of his life!" The American laughed loudly, glancing over his shoulder at the other wasted male. After hearing the request, all of the others cheered Lukas on to fulfill their wishes. Reluctantly, Lukas gulped and considered protesting. However, like usually, an angry Dutchman popped into his thoughts and he caved. Placing the notepad on the nearest table, he swayed his hips as he walked over there to the splayed out German man. The drunk bachelor chuckled with a blush adorning his cheeks from the alcohol.

Lukas felt dirty as he tried his best to do an actually lap dance. It was his first time and he felt the men shoving money into his short spandex shorts. He was a waiter. Not a stripper. As hard as it was to admit, he needed the extra tips and cash overall. Therefore, Lukas stooped down a notch in order to achieve that reward.

Behind the bar counter, Mathias caught a glance of Lukas giving the plastered groom-to-be a lap dance. He watched as other men spanked him playfully and stuffing cash into his outfit. A feeling of jealousy swarmed in his heart as he watched on, clenching his fists to control his actions. Taking a deep breath, he stormed over to Lukas. The moment he stepped over towards the wild scene, the situation turned sour.

"Mathias!" Lukas gasped out in utter embarrassment as he stumbled away from the horny drunkard. Mathias stared directly into Lukas's indigo eyes and shook his head in disappointment.

From across the room, Lukas turned his eyes to see Spain and Romano making out behind the bar. They were feeling each other up shamelessly. Switching his gaze over to Tino, he watched as he blasted upbeat music in the club to a louder volume. After a while, the doors opened to uninvited guests who were looking to party on a weekday evening. This would help the business if there were additional guests. Perhaps the enormous group of friends could start to mingle with the truck load of strangers.

Four and a half hours later, Lukas dragged his feet over towards the break room to see his little brother. His baby. His everything that kept him going.

"Emil?" Lukas called out softly as he pulled open the mirrored door.

There was no answer.

There was an empty spot on the sofa.

"Emil!" Lukas shouted out with that sinking feeling inside his heart. He could feel his heart beat accelerate and his chest tightened. Sweat beaded at his forehead and his hands involuntarily shook subtly.

Oh no! No, no, no! Where is he? No, no, no! This is very bad.

Lukas's heart dropped like a ton of bricks, searching everywhere for his little munchkin. He was nowhere in sight! He checked under the pillows on the couch, behind every nook and cranny, and found nothing of his presence. His mind raced with meddling thoughts. His long legs carried him out of the break room in search for his little baby.

"Mathias!" Lukas yelled anxiously at the side tracked tall blonde near the bar counter. He was slightly hunched over with a bottle of beer in his right hand.

"What's wrong?" Mathias asked in drunken confusion and amazement at the desperation in Lukas's normally unemotional voice.

"Have you seen Emil?! He's not in the break room! Please, you have to help me find him!" He basically begged the taller man on his knees to help him locate his dear brother.

Mathias nodded in cooperation and placed his beer down.

"Okay. You look in that direction of the club," Lukas pointed at the left side of the place and then pointed in the opposite direction, "and I will check over there. Let's go!"

Almost five minutes passed and there was absolutely no sight of the five year old. Lukas began to panic as tears welled up in his normally placid indigo eyes. His Emil, the child that he practically raised himself since he was a little baby, was gone. History. Someone probably kidnapped him. He blocked off any further thoughts, because they were becoming rather morbid.

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