"James, please don't go by yourself." Kendall cried and clawed at the brunet's arm, trying to hold him back. "Please, don't. Please." He begged and sniffled. James took the blond's hand in his.

"It's alright, love. It'll be fine." He assured.

"No!" Kendall shouted. "What if it's a trap? Or what if you get hurt?" He asked.

James tried to calm him and shook his head. "I'll handle it." He said. "We need our son back." He said. "I have to get him back, Kendall." The younger male had a very sad yet defiant look on his face and did not look happy at all. James knew that there was going to be resistance.

"I'll call the police." Kendall threatened. "If you go there alone, I'll call the police." He said and James sighed, hoping that it wouldn't have to had come to that. He turned back to his husband and leaned down and kissed him.

The blond whimpered pathetically and kissed him back, clinging to his shirt. "I'm really sorry, Kendall." James murmured and Kendall had to pull away to think. Before he had the chance to the brunet pushed him backwards straight into the small closet and shut the door.

"James!" Kendall shouted and grabbed the doorknob and yanked at it. "No, James! Please, don't do this!" He shouted and banged his fists against the door. "James, please!" He shouted.

The brunet frowned when he pushed the chair in front of the door and hooked it under the doorknob, preventing the door from opening. "I'm sorry, Kendall. I'll come back. I promise." He said and then left his husband locked up in the closet.

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The little boy eyed the sleeping man with a long sigh. He was bored out of his mind and George had been sleeping for nearly two hours. He'd been yelled at for clapping and received curses for flickering the lights so he had nothing do to but to sit still and try his best to control the urges to fiddle about.

It didn't take very long until he couldn't keep himself from getting up from his seat and wander over to the large window and look out. It was a nice weather outside and he could see a lot of birds flying around. Maybe George wouldn't notice if he went outside for a while? Or maybe he should wait until his parents came to get him? George had said that they would come any time now.

Milo decided to go outside for a bit. See to his urges to stomp in the stairs, snap his fingers and press the buttons in the elevator. He got his shoes on and wondered if it was cold outside. It didn't look cold but he didn't have a jacket or his sweatshirt so there was nothing to do about that. He thought he'd risk it and reached up and unlocked the door and slipped outside silently.

It wasn't very cold outside, just a little windy. The sun shone and when the wind didn't blow it was warm and nice. Milo walked down the street and looked around. He could see the building where James and Kendall worked. What if he went there to surprise them? They would be happy to see him, surely. Perhaps they'd take him out for ice cream.

A few grown ups turned their head to look at him when he trotted by, clapping his hands together and looking around with a slightly confused look on his face. He was too scared to cross the busy street and ended up walking back and forth a lot.

Milo didn't like all the people on the side walk but the street was nice. There was a lot of nice cars driving there and the ladies were all dressed in pretty dressed, with high held and lots of jewelries. A tall woman with long brown hair had a little dog in her purse and Milo wondered if all ladies had dogs in their bags.

"Oi, little boy." A woman with red hair called and Milo stopped and timidly looked up at her. She was tall yet plump and had a pair of brown eyes. "Where are you headed? You lost?" She asked him. She sounded really strange and Milo had a hard time understanding.

He shook his head when she crouched down beside him. "I'm gonna see my parents." He said. "They're over there." He said and pointed to the skyscraper in the distance. "They work there." he explained and then looked down at his feet.

"Are you all by yourself?" The woman asked. The little kid shrugged. "And why is that?"

"I don't' know." Milo said. "George said that they were coming to get me but I don't want to be with him anymore."

"Is George your babysitter?"

Milo shrugged again. "I don't know." He said. "He was mean to Kendall." He said with a slight frown, still looking at his feet. "He punched him and he said that I had to go with him." He sighed and the woman looked worried and glanced around. "I'm gonna go to my parents now." Milo said and turned to leave, his father had actually forbade him to talk to strangers on the street. Not that Milo had ever been on the street alone before.

The woman stopped him. "Hold on a minute, darling." She said softly. "Why don't the two of us go and have a chat with the nice police officer over there and maybe you can ride with them in their car?" She suggested.

Milo pouted. "Kendall says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." He said shyly.

The woman gave a soft smile. "Well, the police isn't a stranger. Let's go and talk to him." She urged and Milo reluctantly followed her to the police who sat and drank a cup of coffee while reading a newspaper. "Excuse me, officer." The woman said.

"Yes?" The police asked and looked up.

"See, this little fellow here is all by himself. He's going to see his parents, he says." The woman explained and Milo blushed slightly, looking up at the muscular officer.

"Is that so?" he asked. "Hi there, kid." He greeted and Milo only waved. "You're headed to see your parents, hm?" The little boy nodded timidly. "Are you all by yourself?" The police asked and Milo nodded again. The woman went ahead and told the police what Milo had told her and the officer looked as concerned as her. "What's your name, kid?"

"Milo." The boy replied. "D-Diamond-Knight." He added and the police hummed.

"Well, Milo." He said. "I think that it would be the best if you came with me to the station, so that we can call your parents so they can come and get you."

Milo's eyes widened and he forgot that he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. "You can do that?" He asked and the police chuckled and nodded.

"Of course! Police men can do anything." he said and Milo nodded eagerly and the police threw his foam cup away and unlocked the shiny police car. "Hop on in and we'll get going."

The little boy was practically trembling with excitement but he didn't jump into the car without thanking the kind lady who had helped him. The police officer even drove with the sirens on and Milo marveled at the cars who quickly made way for them. When they got to the station Milo got hot chocolate and cookies and he got to sit in a comfy chair and read a book while the police got a hold of his parents.

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Kendall was practically sobbing and sat curled up in the closet. James had actually locked him up and it hurt Kendall. His phone was lying somewhere in the kitchen and he heard it ring several times. He wanted to answer it.

He shot up when he heard it knocking on the front door. "HELP!" He shouted and began banging on the door again. "I'm in here! Help!" He shouted and he could hear the front door open and moments later a police officer opened the door to the closet and Kendall tumbled out.

"Are you alright, sir?" The police woman asked and helped him up. "Are you hurt?"

"M-My husband!" Kendall blurted out. "He went to-"

"We figured, sir." The woman interrupted him. "We sent him backup." He promised and Kendall gave a relieved sigh. "And better yet." She continued. "We found your son." Kendall's heart nearly stopped.

"I-Is he..."

"He's just fine. He's at the station, right now. He's waiting for you." She said and Kendall nodded eagerly and begged her to take him there.

The drive to the police station was longer than any car ride Kendall had ever sat through. It felt like they were driving for hours when it was really just a few minutes. He ran into the station and when he spotted Milo he burst out crying. "Milo." he cried out and the little boy jumped up from his seat and ran to him.

"Dad!" He cheered and Kendall slung his arms around him and buried his face in Milo's jet black hair. "I missed you really much, dad." Milo said and Kendall nodded and tightened his hold on him.

"I missed you too, Milo. We've been so worried about you." He said and shook his head. "We've been so worried about you, don't you worry. You're safe now." He said and pulled away to eye his son. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Did he do anything to you?"

Milo shook his head but pouted. "I'm hungry." he said and Kendall smiled at him and hugged him again.

"We'll get you something to eat immediately." he promised. "We'll have anything you want. Anything." He said and Milo lit up.

"Fish sticks?" he asked hopefully and Kendall promised him a pound of fish sticks and as much candy and ice cream that he could eat. Milo was delighted. Kendall held him close and refused to let him go. A group of police officers had been sent after James while son and father sat and waited together.

Kendall had Milo safely seated in his lap and relished the feeling of knowing that he was safe. His son was reading to him, reading a worn book with pale pictures in it and he couldn't be happier. It didn't take long until James did appear in the door with a distressed look on his face.

"Daddy!" Milo squealed and jumped out of Kendall's lap and ran to James and hugged his legs. James let out the longest of breaths and picked him up and hugged him.

"Thank God." he sighed and Kendall got up from his seat, glaring daggers at his husband.

"You." He hissed and James looked up and put the kid down.

"Honey..."

"You." Kendall repeated in a growl. "What in the world were you thinking?!" he yelled and stomped over to the brunet. "Locking me into the damn closet and- and- a-and-..." Kendall was so angry he could barely see straight. "You big idiot, you're unbelievable, I should kick your ass to hell and back for what you did, you-"

Milo tugged at his sleeve, interrupting him. "It's not nice to curse, Kendall..." He said and the blond stared down at him, anger fading. Kendall slumped where he stood and gulped. He picked his son up and nodded.

"You're right, Milo." Kendall said. "I'm sorry." He told the kid but glared at James again.

"I'm sorry." James said. "I knew you'd try to stop me." He said and gently caressed his husbands cheek, only slightly worried that he might lose a finger. "I did it for our family." He continued and Kendall's glare faltered into a frown.

"Oh, James." He said and dove into James' arms, squishing Milo between them. "I was so worried about you." he sniffled and Milo complained about being crushed. "What if you didn't come back?" Kendall cried.

"Dad." Milo complained and James chuckled and kissed the top of Kendall's head.

He carefully pushed him back and smiled at him. "It's alright now." He said. "We're okay."

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"Are those all for me?" Milo asked and beamed up at his parents. "All of them?" He asked.

"Of course." James said, with his arm draped over Kendall's shoulder. "They are all for you, buddy." He assured and the little kid seemed to hesitate before diving into the heap of wrapped presents and opening them, starting with the biggest.

Kendall gave a big sigh and leaned most of his weight on James, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. They'd missed their son's seventh birthday. They'd missed the first birthday they were supposed to celebrate together. He was heartbroken but at the same time he was relieved that Milo was alright. He turned to James and gave him a small pout. "I need to sit down." He said and James lead him to the couch and helped him sit. Kendall smiled at their son when he opened up his new set of lego and watched him bounce around, cheering and laughing happily.

A little while later their friends, among them both of Milo's grandmothers, came to visit. Carlos brought cake that Milo didn't pay much attention. He was too busy shying away from eager visitors or adoring his new toys.

He finally settled in James' lap. Showing him all the functions on his new toy car he'd gotten from Camille. The little kid pressed buttons and showed his dad everything he thought was cool. Kendall laid exhausted on the other side of the couch, friends and family giving him a comforting pat from time to time.

The blond was drained of power. He laid nearly limp in the white leather couch and listened to his son chatter about presents only for him. Little Milo felt – and was – spoiled but truth to be told he deserved every minute of it, his parents would say, because he was such a good son. Kendall gave a weak sigh and pushed himself into a sitting position. His mother gave his shoulder a squeeze and he smiled at her.

"Tired, dear?" She asked silently, so that only he would hear.

Kendall nodded. "Exhausted." He told her in a hushed voice. "In a good way. I can finally sleep. I just might sleep for a year." He said.

"And miss another of your son's birthdays?" His mother joked.

"I'll put an alarm." Kendall shrugged. "I'm so glad he's alright. Hell, I'm glad they both are." He said and looked to his husband and son that discusses what colors they liked on cars. "I don't know what I'd do if... if they..."

His mother frowned at him. "It's okay, sweetie..." She said and Kendall nodded. "We're all glad that you're safe and sound. We're so happy that you're a family." She said. "I'm so proud of you, honey." She said. Kendall gave another tired smile and turned to his son when he came running.

"Kendall, look." Milo said and showed him all the things he'd gotten.

"That's nice, Milo." Kendall cooed and the kid jumped up in the couch to sit next to him.

"Are you tired, dad?" He asked and the blond could only nod. "I'm really tired too." Milo sighed and pouted. "Can I sleep in my own bed tonight?" he asked and Kendall felt his heart break again. He pulled the kid into a big hug.

"Of course you can." He said. "You can sleep wherever you want to. James and I will look after you." Kendall promised and held his son close. Milo wasn't a hundred percent sure of what Kendall meant by that but he was happy for as long as he could be with him and James and hugged the blond tightly around the neck.

When it was time for the others to leave Milo lingered behind James, holding his hand in his and giving the visitors coy looks and shy smiles. His grandmothers gave him big hugs and snuck candy to him when Kendall and James wasn't looking and by the time everyone had left Milo had his pockets full of caramels and wrapped chocolate and Milo was very, very happy to be home.


Hey guys! Updating again! I started writing on this story again and I was like, wow...

Also SWEDEN WON EUROVISION! I'm so proud of Måns! Mmm... Mums Måns ;) He's such a charming piece of sweetness! You've got a proud Swede right here!

Anyway. Thank you guys for reading and I hope you enjoy the happy reunion! :D

oxox Hannah