One of my friends challenged me to start being comfortable writing shorter fics and so slowly but surely I'm working on that. Anyways, I wrote this one in two hours while I was thinking about how excited I was to watch the finale, the finale is AWESOME by the way, no spoilers here.

Also, I figured out what species Louie and Boyd's adopted son is! He's a crow. :D

Also, Also, the title is a reference to a song of the same name by Bug Hunter, check it out :D

Enjoy!

Please review if you want to!

There was a toddler asleep in Louie's armpit on one side and an android trying to sleep on his other side. And… Louie was wide awake.

"Babe," Louie mumbled.

"Mph. What is it, Louie? What's the emergency?" Boyd sounded tired.

"No emergency, darling, just thinking."

"Stop thinking, it's 1 AM."

Louie stayed quiet for a few minutes.

"Boyd?"

"Okay, I'll bite," Boyd shifted to face his husband and offered him as patient of a smile as he could muster, "What's on your mind?"

"Well, now it's gonna sound stupid."

"Love," Boyd said through gritted teeth, "just tell me."

"Do you think our son will be straight?"

"What." That was the last thing Boyd was expecting.

"Do you think Mo's gonna be straight?"

"You're asking me if I've put thought into our three-year-old's sexuality."

"Yeah, when you say it like that it sounds stupid."

"Why are you thinking about that at 1 AM?"

"I don't know… He's growing up."

"He's three."

"Okay, yeah, but picture it. We're old men, Mo is a teenager-"

"Louie, do you think being like 45 is old?" Boyd asked.

"That's not important. Anyway we're old and retired and stuff and Mo is in high school and he comes to us and says, 'Dads, I have something to tell you.'"

"45 isn't old."

"That's not the point, honey. Picture it. Picture Mo all grown up, about to bear his soul to us." Boyd imagined their little baby boy growing into a lanky and handsome young man, dark grey skin and black hair, maybe in a swoopy almost mohawk like his papa. Gosh, Boyd didn't know which one of them he hoped Mo got his fashion sense from but he knew that regardless of what he preferred it would probably be Louie. Gosh. Mo grown up and wearing crop-tops like his papa. That would be a sight.

"Okay, I'm picturing it vividly," Boyd said, holding back a yawn.

"Okay, you're picturing it? 'Dads, I have something to tell you, I like girls.' That would be weird, right?"

"Louie, straight people exist."

"Like, barely," Louie said, "But I just… I don't know what I'd do."

"Louie, we would love and support him, because we're his dads. We chose him and in choosing him we promised to love him unconditionally for all of eternity. Even if he's straight."

"Obviously," Louie said, "I just don't know how I'd give him advice. I don't know how to flirt with women. I have never had to do that."

"You're not that good at flirting with men either," Boyd teased, giving up on sleeping for now.

"See, that's on purpose. I knew you'd fall for my awkward flirting."

"Sure you did," Boyd said, pressing a kiss to Louie's cheek.

"And I'd pass those valuable flirting skills down to my son if he found out he liked men. But I don't know if the same stuff works with women."

"We'll just tell him to respect women and go to your Uncles if he needs more help than that."

"Brilliant. We make someone else do the work." Louie grinned. Mo twisted and grunted in his sleep.

"Oh boy," Louie said sheepishly, "I should put Mo in his room before we wake him up."

"Before you wake him up."

"Right, before I wake him up." Louie gently lifted their son and carried Mo to his cozy, perfectly decorated bedroom. Louie tucked Mo in and watched him sleep for a minute before heading back to the master bedroom, which was suddenly vacant.

"Boyd?" Louie called, spinning tiredly in his PJs as if his husband would appear if he twirled fast enough.

"Kitchen," Boyd responded. Louie thought it was very attractive and cool of Boyd that he had robotic super-senses.

Louie joined Boyd in their open kitchen, slipping a cold hand up Boyd's shirt and basking in the warmth Boyd provided.

"Whatcha doing? Need a midnight snack?" Louie asked, leaning towards his love.

"It's 1 AM and all I need is sleep. So you're going to drink this chamomile and calm down and stop thinking." Boyd poured Louie a mug of boiling water, adding a dab of honey after letting the tea bag steep for a little while.

"Thanks, babe," Louie said gratefully, "I don't know why my head is so busy these days."

"It's because we're still new parents. You've got the new dad jitters and it would be adorable-"

"Aww," Louie smiled.

"-If I wasn't so exhausted. Come on, dear. Let's go to bed."