"There's Daddy's name there, see?" Guy showed his children a picture of one of the trophies the Ducks had won during their high school days. Those achievements were hanging in Hans' old shop, so he couldn't physically show them at the moment.

Little Gordon, who went by his middle name, David, to avoid confusion with Bombay, stared at him doubtfully. Aiden tried to extend an eager chubby hand, causing Guy to pull his phone away, knowing what trouble he could get into when left to his own devices. Or rather, someone else's devices. And then there was Oliver; he wasn't really old enough to understand any of this yet but that wasn't the point, it was the principle of the matter.

"That doesn't count," David argued.

"And why not?" Guy put his hands on his hips.

"Because that could be someone else," David said with the kind of confidence only an eight year old would have. "Me and Uncle Gordon have the same name."

"But it has my first and last name," Guy pointed out.

"That doesn't mean it's you," David disagreed.

"Yeah!" Aiden chimed in.

Guy face-palmed.

The front door clicked. Connie came in, carrying a few bags of groceries, looking exhausted. In spite of that, a smile came onto her face when she spotted them all.

"Mom!"

"Mommy!"

Oliver babbled, moving his arms around wildly. He, too, was happy to see his mom.

"Let me take those," Guy offered, leaning down slightly to give her a kiss.

"Thanks," Connie smiled gratefully and accepted hugs from the two older boys. "I missed you guys."

"Missed you too!" Aiden beamed.

"Mom?" David followed her as she went to pick up Oliver, giving him kisses all over his face, causing the baby to giggle happily.

"Hmm?"

"Dad's lying to us," David said matter-of-factly.

"I am not!" Guy called from the kitchen where he was putting away the groceries.

"He is?" Connie was amused. She settled Oliver on her hip. "What's he lying about?"

"He said he was a Duck like Uncle Charlie," David rolled his eyes.

"Because I was," Guy protested, coming back to the living room.

"You can't be."

"And why not?"

"Because..." David paused, scrunching up his face. "Because the Ducks are cool. You're not cool, Dad."

Connie had to smother her laugh. Guy's jaw fell open. He spluttered at the injustice.

"What?"

David shrugged.

"I'm cool," Guy said and then looked at his wife for validation. "I'm cool, right?"

She smirked, maneuvering past him to take Oliver to the bathroom for his bath. She left him standing there, feeling decidedly betrayed.

He had one more shot:

"I'm cool, right, Aiden?" He gave his second eldest boy a wide smile.

"No!" Aiden out. He giggled and ran down the hallway, heels digging into the floor despite having been told not to dozens of times by Connie and himself.

"I told you," David said pointedly.

Alright, time for reinforcements.

/

"I'm taking the boys out for a bit," Guy stopped by the bathroom on his way out, making faces at his youngest boy, who was splashing to his heart's content.

Connie hummed. "Still trying to prove to David you're cool?"

"This isn't about being cool, Connie," Guy sounded offended. She rolled her eyes. "I've got to prove to that boy I was a Duck."

"I'm sure he'll figure it out eventually."

"He needs to know now," Guy was adamant about that.

"So...what? What are you planning on doing?"

"I'm taking them to see Coach and Charlie," Guy explained. "I'm pretty sure the Don't Bothers are still practicing and I know for a fact that Coach has some pictures in his office."

"Have fun," She said dryly.

"I will," He kissed her on the head, making her smile. "Love you."

"Love you too."

"Uncle Gordon!"

"Uncle Charlie!"

The two of them were in Bombay's office. They grinned and greeted their nephews gaily. Guy stood by the door, waiting until they were finished. He was glad his boys had plenty of uncles and an aunt-in Julie's case-that cared about them. It was good for them. Growing up, he didn't have that. Well, he had his friends, but that was different.

"Missed you!" Aiden hugged Charlie's leg.

Charlie hoisted him up. "I missed you too, Buddy. It's been almost two weeks since I last saw. You must have grown since than."

Aiden beamed.

David was too big to be picked up-not that he'd want it. Lately he'd been telling everyone what a big kid he was-so he leaned against Bombay's side, who wrapped an arm around him. "I think you're getting big too," Bombay observed.

"Uncle Gordon, will you babysit for us?" David asked, hopefully. "Mom and Dad are going out soon."

"David, you can't just-" Guy started to say.

Bombay waved him off. He'd gone soft in his old age, even though he'd deny it until his dying breath. "You really want me to?" he asked David.

The eight year old nodded eagerly. In a stage whisper, he said, "I know where Mom and Dad hide the cookies."

Charlie laughed.

Guy sighed.

And as for Bombay, he winked and whispered in the same tone, "What kind?"

"Chocolate chip."

"Tempting," Bombay said. Then he told Guy, "if you need someone, I don't mind."

"Softie," Guy coughed.

"He's got you there, Old Man," Charlie piped up, bouncing Aiden.

"I am not soft," Bombay scowled.

Charlie and Guy gave him a look.

"I'm not!"

"He's just like my parents," Guy said with another eye roll as Aiden was placed back on the floor and he and David rushed over to the window to look down at the rink. "The way they act with the kids is not how they were with me."

"Did you come here to harass me?" Bombay was exasperated. But not really. Guy saw through that.

"Not this time. I'm on a mission."

Bombay was intrigued. Charlie muttered here we go under his breath.

"I was a Duck, right?" Guy said with emphasis. This got David's attention.

"Dad's lying," he said again.

"I was," Guy insisted. "Tell them, Charlie. I was a Duck right?"

He should have known asking him was a mistake.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Charlie shrugged.

Bombay stifled a snicker.

Guy gaped at him. "Tell him!"

Charlie, who was able to keep a straight expression, shrugged again, much to Guy's annoyance.

"I knew it!" David said victoriously.

"David, come here," Guy, huffing, gestured for his son to come over when he was. He pointed to a picture; it was from their freshman year after the game against the varsity team. "See? That's me, right there."

David frowned, looking to Charlie and Bombay for an explanation.

Charlie, being the bastard that he was, had an answer. "Your dad was an eager fan and we didn't want to turn him away," he said smoothly, "so we let him take a picture with us."

By this point, Bombay's shoulders were shaking. He had to turn away so they wouldn't see him laughing.

David nodded seriously.

"I hate you," Guy glared at him.

Charlie only grinned cheekily.