"Dad's back!" Alfred cheered, and raced for the door.
Matthew sighed, and rocked his feet back and forth.
"Go greet your father." Francis sighed.
The whine of, "But he hurt you," was silenced before being spoken.
Matthew rushed to the door as if excited to see his father; since he knew about why he was never home, he didn't want to see him.
Mattie hugged the man with his twin when Arthur held his arms out for a hug.
"Love you, Daddy!" Alfred chanted.
"Love you." Matthew muttered.
"How have my boys been? Are you ready to go on a trip?" Arthur asked his twin sons.
"Good, and I can't wait!" Al cheered as ran to get his already packed bag that was just waiting for his father to come home for a visit.
Matthew pulled away from the Brit's arms to grab his own bag.
He hated leaving his papa all alone like this; can't his good for nothing father see that?
Francis glared at Arthur, "Can't you make more time for your actual family than for your whore's family?"
"Don't yell at me in front of the kids." Arthur grumbled.
"If you were home and faithful, we wouldn't be having this conversation." Francis growled lowly.
"We always fought anyway!" Arthur snapped his thin patience, but managed to keep his voice down.
No one noticed Matthew walk away with tear filled eyes.
He hated the man that took his father away from home.
A few days with his dad sounded awful to him even though Arthur meant well.