A/N - Here you go guys, hope you enjoy. Another filler like the last chapter to kick start things again. Please read, review and enjoy ! Let me know what you think!
They'd been in Spain for over two weeks already, nearly through their holiday. Freddie loved it all. They'd eaten out almost every night, found their favorite restaurant on the fifth evening and had found plenty to occupy themselves during the night and day, much to their pleasure. Aaron seemed cheerful away from Emmerdale, though he always did. Jackson could remember their first holiday together; the young mechanic was so laid back for those two weeks. He could say Emmerdale brought the worst out of Aaron, but not all the time. He just hoped the Aaron that was with them in Spain for the next three weeks, was the same Aaron that would be going home with them. It was like all Aaron's troubles had been left at the airport. He was a lot happier, the first couple days he'd not spent much time with Freddie, but he managed to stumble past the block that had been put because of Wesley. He had thought of a grand idea that would allow Freddie in the swimming pool. Aaron had found dozens of bin bags in the cupboards and had wrapped all fifteen of them round Freddie's cast before finding insulation tape which he used to tape at each end. It worked oddly enough. Jackson had searched for the local hospital number just case it didn't and they needed to get Freddie's arm re-cast.
Jackson was downstairs in the villa, making breakfast for Freddie who'd woken up earlier than he usually did back at home and was now sat watching cartoons on the TV in the lounge. Aaron was still in bed, he hadn't woken the sleeping mechanic. He needed him well rested for what he had planned that night.
"Freddie come get your cereal." Jackson told him kindly as he placed the small bowl of cereal at the breakfast bar. Freddie came running into the kitchen, sliding across the villa tiles on the too long Ben ten pajamas he wore. He scooped his little boy up in his arms and sat him carefully on the high stool. "Be careful." He warned. The young boy wasn't used to high stools at home.
"Yes dad." Freddie sighed before tucking in.
Jackson turned towards the coffee maker and poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. He made note to buy one for their new house when they built it.
He waited until Freddie had finished his breakfast and had returned to his cartoons before he poured Aaron a cup of coffee and began to head up the stairs. He could no longer hear the childish laughter of their son or the silly noises of the cartoon from the television speakers as he climbed the stairs but instead the recognizable sound of Aaron throwing up in the bathroom. He padded through to their bedroom, ditching their coffees on the side board before walking back out into the hall and knocking lightly on the bathroom door.
"Aaron, you alright?" He asked. It would be unlucky for anybody if they were to get ill whilst on holiday.
A few seconds later Aaron answered hoarsely. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You don't sound it." Jackson called through the wooden door before Aaron flung it up and appeared in front of him looking rather rough.
"Well I am." Aaron said as he walked past him to get to their bedroom. He didn't want to ruin their last few days on holiday. They'd all been having such a great time and they planned on going on a boat trip at eleven.
Aaron looked far from fine to Jackson. He looked pale and sickly. "Aaron if you're not well, you're not well." Jackson started. "We can stay here today, go on the boat trip tomorrow."
"No. Freddie wanted to go today." Aaron argued. Their little boy had Aaron wrapped round his little finger again. He began to search among the many clothes flung across their room, searching for a clean set.
"Aaron there's no point you going out today if you don't feel up to it. I don't want you chucking up while we're out." Jackson teased. He knew Aaron wasn't going to admit that he was ill, so he would have to bully him in to.
Aaron sighed, Jackson was right. He'd ruined it for everyone if he went. "Fine, I'll stay here. But you'll take Freddie out."
"A-." Jackson started.
"No, you'll take Freddie out." Aaron ordered firmly, before climbing back into bed, giving up the search for clothes. He'd woken with a sickening feeling in his stomach that morning which had only gotten worse as he lay in bed waiting for it to pass. It was still there now but not as threatening as before. He blamed on how many he managed to put away last night or the dodgy nachos Jackson had persuaded him to try.
"If you insist." Jackson said, pressing a kiss to his forehead and pulling a sympathetic face. "Got a while as yet before we need to go out, so in the mean time. . ." The older man slipped underneath the covers with Aaron, pulling him close to him and wrapping his arms around him.
Aaron hadn't even realized when Jackson had managed to sneak out of the bed and leave with Freddie. He'd woken up several hours later, feeling a little better, to an empty house. A note was stuck to the Fridge in Jackson's handwriting, letting him know he'd be back at five with a takeaway. He'd grabbed water from the fridge before trudging over to the lounge and flopping down on to the sofa to watch TV. Nothing was on. Nearly every channel spoke Spanish. So he decided to take another nap on the sofa and wait for them to return. He just hoped whatever sickness bug he had would have passed before tomorrow.
Come five a clock Freddie burst through into the lounge and dived onto Aaron's stomach, as Jackson carried the takeaway into the kitchen.
"Woah, little man." Aaron wheezed as he pushed Freddie off of him carefully.
Freddie shoved a green cuddly toy into Aaron's face. "Look what Daddy brought me!"
"Great." Aaron grinned taking the toy from Freddie and holding it a more suitable distance from his eyes. It was a large turtle.
"Remember when you brought my little brother, Josh a shark for his christening?" Jackson called over to him.
Yeah, Aaron did. He nodded his head. Paddy and his mum hadn't thought it was the most respectable christening present. He handed the turtle back to Freddie who started to run towards the patio doors. "Don't even think about checking if he can swim!" Aaron warned him amused at how he knew what his son was about to do.
"But-." Freddie started to whine.
"No 'buts'. I can tell you now that it won't." Aaron answered him.
Jackson walked through carrying plates on top of pizza boxes and cutlery in another hand. "How do you know?" he asked placing everything onto the coffee table.
Aaron hadn't shared every childhood memory with Jackson and this was one he had yet to tell.
"I've tried it." He said quietly, feeling stupid.
Jackson raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh. "Carry on. . ."
"When I was a little younger than Freddie I filled a bath up and threw all my sharks in." Aaron told him feeling his cheeks tinge pink.
"Hang on, you're mum told me you were scared of sharks at that age. . ." Jackson mused.
Aaron glared at him.
"Oh. . ." Jackson said twigging on before bursting into laughter. "You were trying to drown them."
"What's so funny?" Freddie asked from his place on the floor by the patio doors. He started making the turtle swim in the air before he heard one of his dads laughing.
"Nothing." Aaron said quickly glaring at Jackson at the same time.
They eat pizza discussing what they could do for their last two days before they had to go back home to Emmerdale and face the likes of Wesley and building their own house again. They decided on going into town the following day, to buy presents for people back home and then go wherever Freddie wanted on their last day. Aaron wasn't up for shopping and neither was Freddie but Jackson had told them they needed to. It was the least they could do buying a present for Cain who had let Aaron have three weeks off on top of the previous one and a half he'd taken himself when he'd been AWOL. With Freddie in bed by eight and Aaron feeling a lot better than he had that morning Jackson could continue with what he had planned.
With a teasing look Jackson hinted towards the stairs and led the way. They'd be okay if they turned the radio on quietly and didn't make a noise. They had both grown used to being secretive any way.