Series Title: The Kids Aren't Alright
One-shot Title: This Charming Man
Rated: T, over all; K+ this time.
Summary for this one-shot: It's Valentine's day and Marco just wants things to go well.
Disclaimer: I own no characters from the show, but I own any titles or ideas used.
Author's Note: This series is basically a bunch of one shots about the graduating class of '06 and the class of '07 three-eleven years after 2006.
I would also like to thank all those that reviewed. Sorry for the long span between updates.
February 14, 2015
"You sure you have everything?" Marco questioned the young boy in front of him. The young boy's response was to roll his eyes; he looked like Paige when he did that. "I'll take that has a yes."
The young boy fussed over his new jacket, wanting to look nice. This was a big day for him after all. Marco smiled warmly, before helping the boy fix his jacket's collar.
"Remember to say 'please' and 'thank you' and to be polite and to give everyone one cookie. Don't play favorites, Patrick."
Patrick gave Marco a look. Play favorites? He was four years old, everyone in his day care class was his friend. Even the kid that ate his own hair.
"Pop, I'll be late." Patrick signed, his small hands signing with perfect ease.
"Right." Marco adjusted Patrick's hearing aid. He grabbed the plate of cookies off the table, before giving his son one last look over. It was amazing how much the young boy looked like Dylan, even though Dylan was biologically just Patrick's uncle. He offered his son one last smile, before nodding to the door, where Dylan was waiting.
"Done?" Dylan asked Marco with a slight grin. " 'Cause I've been waiting for, like, four minutes."
"I just want to make sure everything is perfect. It's his first Valentine's Day among kids his own age."
Dylan couldn't help but laugh as he locked up. "Yeah. You do know he's more interested in the cookies in cake than in making some kind of crush connection."
Marco scoffed. "Our son is charming, he'll have people drooling over him for years. Can I help it if I want him to have a head start in the popularity game?"
From beside the car, Patrick stamped his foot. He was bored of waiting, and he really did just want the damn cookies and cake. Popularity and being charming were the furtherest things from his mind. Didn't his Dads know treats were more important?