Rating: PGish
Warnings/Triggers: None (Unless you count mild swearing, which I don't. XD)
Genre: Family

A/N: So I've been sort of wanting to do this prompt for a while, but the only thing I could think of was a suicide fic. Which I didn't really want to do. But then this came to me and I'm excited! XD Also, I realized that I almost always give V and Rich a daughter, so in this one they have a son. XD

To say that Richie was angry would be an understatement. After a long and exhausting day of trying to teach college freshmen with a high school sophomore class "observing" in the back, Richie was about ready to scream. Combine that with the terrible traffic on the way home and you had one very angry superhero.

When Richie finally pulled into the driveway, he took a moment to try and compose himself. Andy would be home from school already, and Richie didn't want their son to see him this upset. True, Andy wasn't a little kid anymore - was he really a teenager already? - but Richie just didn't like having any sort of negativity in the house.

Eager to relax in the arms of his husband, Richie pushed open the front door. The sight that greeted him was one that was definitely not welcome. The first thing he saw was the broken glass in the hallway from a picture frame. The next was the curtains half hanging from their rod. The third was the mud tracked through the hallways and onto their clean, white carpet.

To say that Richie was furious would be an understatement. His vision grew red and he could almost feel the steam blowing out of his ears. "VIRGIL!" he bellowed. He stayed standing in the entryway, not trusting himself to move a muscle, in fear that he would break whatever else had yet to be broken. "VIRGIL GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW"

From the backyard, both Virgil and 15-year-old Alex slunk in, heads hung. Each of them had a nerf gun in each hand. Richie opened his mouth to tell them off, but just shook his head and stalked towards his bedroom. Virgil tried to follow him.

"Richie, wait," he said. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"No. Not now. Because if we talk now, you will be sleeping on the couch for months, Virgil."

And with that, the door was slammed in Virgil's face.

Richie collapsed on the bed, face down, and groaned into a pillow. Why? Why did his family have to pull this stunt today of all days? Why couldn't Virgil have a little more common sense? Why did Richie have to be in love with this god-forsaken man?

His thoughts were interrupted by a light knocking on the door. "Go away, Virgil!" There was silence for a few seconds before the knock came again. Richie sat up angrily. "I swear to God, Virgil, you won't get sex for a long, long time if you don't leave me the fuck alone."

A slip of paper slipped under the door. Richie huffed and walked over to pick it up.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me?"