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Christian POV

Fishing always has been one of my favourite ways to relax, and it used to be whenever I could, I would try and bring Theo down with me. But, I could tell he never really enjoyed it so after a while I stopped. Then, I started bringing Phoebe but she never got into it, she would rather spend the time with her Mom shopping. So, I started going by myself. It was nice but I did miss the company.

Then, Thomas started getting in trouble at school. So, Ana suggested I bring him fishing with me as a way of coping with the anger he felt. She claimed it worked for me so it should work for him. Honestly, I wasn't such a fan of the idea. My youngest son was a lot of things, but patient was not one of them and patience was a key characteristic for fishing.

So, when I took him for the first time I didn't expect much, but he surprised me. We sat by that lake for hours and he never once got frustrated or angry. He sat next to me, my normally hyperactive son, and waited. We would talk about anything and everything. I had some of my favourite moments with him down at that lake.

Then as he got older things changed. We still came down together, and I could see he still liked it. However, he found it harder to keep his patience and would quite often end up storming off to try and calm down. Every time, I saw him start to get angry I would try and help him but I couldn't seem to get through to him. As time went on the conversations became shorter, and his replies more vague. It seemed, right in front of my eyes I was losing my son.

I glance at him now holding his fishing pole, and smile sadly. Then I see him shiver, and sadness is replaced with annoyance. Looking at his clothing choices I'm not surprised he's cold, all he's got in is tight black jeans and a grey polo shirt.

I shrug off my leather jacket and place it around his shoulders. He looks up at me and takes the jacket off. I frown in response.

"Thanks, but I don't want your jacket, Dad." He mumbles, and I know he's lying. I can see he's freezing, but he just doesn't want to accept my help.

I drop my fishing rod on the ground with a thud, and move over to stand in front of my son. I place the jacket around him again, and guide his arm through one hole and then the other. Making sure he switched the hand holding his fishing pole in-between. He looks at me with unamused eyes as I lean down and zip it up to the top. I narrow my eyes on him. "I don't care what you want. I'm not going to stand here and watch you freeze to death."

I grab my fishing pole off the floor and move to sit in one of the collapsing chairs we always bring with us. Thomas looks back at me, before joining me. He takes the seat next to me, and I hand him a flask of cocoa and he takes it gratefully. I smile as I watch him sip it.

I drink my own coffee and watch him out of the corner of my eye. Before casting my eyes across the vast lake in front of us, every time I see it I'm reminded of the very first time I took him with me.

*6 years ago*

I strap my six year old son into his car seat, and glance down at him. He's playing with two of his action figures, using his lap as a castle or something like that. Why did Ana think this is a good idea? He's too young for it. He'll get bored, and then he'll get upset.

"You okay, buddy?" I ask him, testing the tightness of the straps on his seat.

"I'm okay, Dad." He replies evenly, still concentrating on his toys.

"It's Daddy." I correct him, ruffling his hair and shutting the door. When, Theo and Phoebe stopped calling me 'Daddy' it cracked my heart a little bit, but it was alright because I still had my baby boy. However, recently he's started to copy his brother and sister and I can't handle it. My children cannot be growing up this fast.

I slide into the front of the SUV and start the short journey down to the lake I bought a few years back. When I start the engine, the sound of Thomas' nursery rhyme CD blares through the speakers. I eye my son in the rear view mirror, his face brightens when he recognises the song playing. He sings along in the back, and my heart warms watching him. He can only listen to this when Theo and Phoebe aren't in the car because they claim it's too young for him. I guess, in a way it is, but I don't care, he loves it so he'll get to listen to it when it's just me and him.

We pull up next to the lake, and park the car on a muddy patch of grass. I jump out of the car and open the backdoor. I unstrap Thomas and lift him out, placing him on the ground, then walk around to the back to get the equipment out.

I look down expecting to see my son next to me, and furrow my brows when he's not there. I look up and see him running straight for the lake. Swearing to myself, I chase the short distance after him and grab him around the waist, swinging him up to my chest so I can carry him back to the car.

"Don't ever go near the lake without me, Thomas. It's not safe, do you understand me?" I ask firmly. I gaze right into my son's crystal orbs and am nearly lost in them but his nod distracts me and I hum approvingly.

I place him on the floor next to me as I pull out two foldable chairs, my fishing pole, a child's fishing pole, some bait and Thomas' jacket.

I walk over to the edge of the lake, telling my son to stay near the car, and put the chairs down then I set up the fishing rods. I smile to myself as I look out at the lake in front of me. Turning around, I walk back over to the car and pick his jacket up from side where I left it.

"Put your jacket on," I tell him, holding out the small, Ralph Lauren quilted jacket. It still amazed me that an actual person could fit into a coat this small.

He shakes his head defiantly, not even taking the jacket from my hand. I release a long breath, and glare down at him.

"Either you put it on yourself, or I'll put it on you and I won't be gentle." I warn him, but he makes no move to do anything.

I kneel down in front of him and shove both his arms through the arm holes before pulling the jacket on properly, ignoring his shouts of protest. I zip it up and stand up again, giving him a smug smile.

He huffs but then places his hand in mine. I glance down at our linked hands with a small smile, and this time not a smug one. Thomas drags me down to the chairs and then looks at me expectantly.

"Are you going to teach me how to fish then, Dad?" He asks and I can see the excitement in his eyes, it fills me with pride.

"Daddy," I correct, but he doesn't say anything, "Okay, I'll teach you. First, pick up your rod." I instruct and hand him child size one. He takes it, looking at the bait on the end of the line with a disgusted face. I chuckle softly at this, but stop when he sends me a glare.

"Alright, now I want you to be careful. What you need to do is swing back your rod and then using all your strength flick it back forward, like this." I explain, casting my own rod into the lake, it lands with a plop. I turn to my son and watch as he does the same. He's got lines on his forehead because he's concentrating so hard, he looks extremely cute.

I clap my hands together with a grin when he manages to do it. "Well done, buddy! That was great, you're a natural." I praise and he grins back up at me.

"Now what?" He asks, and I lose my smile. This is the bit that could go wrong for him, the bit where he's going to become frustrated and agitated.

I sit down on my seat. "Now, we wait." I respond simply. He gets a perplexed look on face which makes him look adorable. I open up my arms and he smiles, jumping onto my lap.

I pull him into me so he's straddling me, and place my hands round his waist, linking them behind his back for support.

Now, I have him here and unable to move a thought flashes through my mind. "Tell me what happened with that boy at school the other day." I say, and panic washes across his face. When Ana and I were called into the principal's office for our 6 year old son hitting someone round the face, I couldn't believe it, and every time we've tried to talk to him about he's shut us out and avoided the subject completely.

He drops his eyes from mine and leans his head against my chest. I move one of my hands and start stroking his soft hair.

"Tell me, Thomas." I repeat, firmer this time. He moans, and lifts his head back up. My hand moves behind his back again and I look at him expectantly.

"He was being mean to Keegan so I shut him up." Thomas explains, as if it all made sense now. He was grinning so clearly it did to him. Keegan is my son's best friend, and he's a good kid. I like his family. His older brother, James is a lovely boy and one of Theo's best friends.

"What did he do to Keegan?" I ask curiously.

My son shrugs his shoulders. "He was saying mean things about his new haircut, and Keegan was getting sad so I hit him."

I have to supress my grin at the innocence of my 6 year old's way of seeing things. I bring my hands back around and grasp his small ones in mine. "As proud as I am that you stuck up for your friend, hitting someone is never the way to solve a problem. You should've told your teacher, or you could've told me or Mommy. If you do it again, you'll be in big trouble. Okay, young man?" I ask with narrowed eyes, and he smiles a boyish grin.

Looking at him now, I pray this is the only time I have to tell him off for fighting because the last thing I want his him turning out like I did when I was a young boy.

*End of flashback*

"What are you staring at?" My son's voice brings me out of my daydream and I watch him, looking at me like I'm crazy.

I smile over at him. "Just thinking, that's all."

"Yeah well don't think too hard, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." He jokes with a cheeky grin, I lean over with unamused eyes and poke him in the side.

"Aren't you funny?" I drawl, eyeing him from my seat. He takes a gulp of his cocoa before blinding me with another grin. I will never get tired of seeing that grin on his face.

He loses his grin and looks at me with a serious expression. "What were you actually thinking about?"

I cock my head to the side and narrow my eyes on him. "I was thinking about how much you've grown up."

He smirks with a nod. "I'm glad everything is back to normal with us again, Dad." He responds sincerely, and I smile.

I hated the way things were between Thomas and me, but of course they had to be that way for me to get over his actions and for him to learn from them. Now, I was just glad to be able to sit around and chat with him.