"Dad! Daddy! Guess what!" Logan burst into the house, not minding the no running rule set in place. However, they would allow it this one time. It had been his first sleepover, after all. The little guy was excited.

Charlie sat around the kitchen with Adam and Peter. They'd been discussing everything and anything ever since Peter came over a couple hours earlier. It was nice to get a visit from him. He wasn't always available due to his work.

"In here, buddy," Adam called.

Logan was beaming as he came in, his delight even more apparent when he saw Peter. "Uncle Peter! Uncle Peter!"

"Hey squirt," Peter said fondly, hoisting him up in his arms. Logan wrapped his tiny arms around his honorary uncle's neck, snuggling close. "How's my favorite nephew?"

"Good," Logan said with a toothy grin. He laid his head down on Peter's shoulder and Charlie had to admit it looked adorable-not that he'd say that word out loud. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Peter gave him a squeeze. "Maybe if your dad's don't mind, you can come over for a few days sometime."

Logan's eyes pleading settled onto him and Adam, who chuckled.

"I'm sure we can work something out."

Their son cheered, which turned into shrieky giggles when Peter flipped him upside down and tickled him. "Who's your favorite uncle?"

Logan could barely talk through his laughter. "Uncle Avy!"

"You like Averman more than me ?" Peter said in a faux tone of betrayal. "Oh, that's it. You have one more shot to tell me the right answer or else!"

It was kind of funny to watch; knowing what Peter had been like as a child and now here was, cooing and teasing Logan. Charlie and Adam were grateful for their friends being there for their kid, treating him like he was one of their own.

Eventually Peter stopped his tickling and Logan immediately wanted to be in Charlie's arms, burying his face in his neck. He hadn't imagined being a father at twenty-three or being married to Adam but here he was. "Did you have fun?" He asked his son, brushing back his bangs out of his face.

"Logan," Adam cut in before he could respond, his voice held suspicion, eyebrows raised questioningly, "why is your backpack so heavy?" He'd only packed a night's worth of clothes, toiletries and a couple small things he wanted to bring to the sleepover that he was having with his friend, Zoey. It shouldn't have weighed much at all.

"I got a present for Daddy," Logan announced.

Charlie blinked, exchanging a glance with Peter, who was drinking the rest of his beer. "A present?"

"Yeah!" Logan jumped down to the floor and took his backpack from Adam, zipping it open. "Look!" Adam and Charlie's eyes widened when they realized what he held up-a bottle of bourbon.

"Tell me you didn't take that from Zoey's house?" Adam closed his eyes, groaning.

"I can't, Dad," Logan said solemnly, "you said not to lie."

Peter let out a snort, his shoulders trembling. Adam shot him a dirty look.

"Logan-" Charlie bent down to their son's height. "Buddy, you can't just take things."

"But you said you liked it," Logan was frowning in confusion.

"Uncle Peter likes vodka," Peter winked.

Charlie glared at him harshly. " Dude !"

"What? Might as well take advantage of it while you can."

Charlie refrained from giving him a piece of his mind. Instead, he focused back on Logan. "Buddy, I do like it but that doesn't mean you can just take it."

"Oh," Logan looked down. "Are you mad?"

"No," Adam was quick to reassure him. "We're not. But you do need to take this back to Zoey's mom and apologize."

Charlie gently pulled Logan into his lap. "Why did you take it in the first place?"

"You were grumpy," Logan's head was on Charlie's chest. "And...and you're happy when you're drinking."

Charlie dropped his face into his son's hair. Great. Make him sound like a raging alcoholic. He ignored Peter's smirk.

"I get it," Peter offered, laughter lacing his words, "I'm happy when I'm drinking, too."

"Not helping," Adam rolled his eyes.

"Wasn't trying to."

"I appreciate the thought," Charlie said tightly, "but next time, don't take something that isn't yours."

"Okay," Logan agreed...too easily. "Do I get it from the market instead?"

"Why don't you just let us worry about that?" Adam suggested. "This is a grown up thing."

Logan gave him a look which many of their friends and Adam included said was something he'd inherited from Charlie-even though that wasn't all possible. " Everything is a grown up thing."

Adam booped him on the nose. "How about you go put your Power Rangers movie on? Maybe Uncle Peter will watch it with you."

"Sure thing, kid," Peter agreed.

Conversation now forgotten, Logan jumped to his feet and rushed off to the living room to do just that.

"He's your kid," Adam looked straight at Charlie.

"I wish he was mine," Peter remarked, grinning cheekily when they simultaneously glared at him.

"I'll call Angela," Charlie sighed, wondering how he would begin to explain why a six year old would steal alcohol.

He could feel a giant headache coming on. He really needed to start watching what he said in front of the kid.


I got permission to make this by cc tinslebee . They have a few fics where Logan is their son