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Thomas POV
Taylor drops me off at my Grandparents, and I shrug off my blazer and loosen my tie as I walk in to their large house. I enter the spacious dining room to find my family already around the table. They are all helping themselves to food from the buffet which is laid out on the table, all of which looked delicious.
"Sorry I'm late, Grandma." I mumble kissing her on the cheek. I hug my Granddad and sit down at the table next to Alex and Theo.
"No worries sweetheart, help yourself," She replies sweetly. I smile over at her and begin to spoon some pasta on to my plate.
"Where were you?" My sister asks, through a mouthful of what I think is bread. I roll my eyes at her table manners.
I place the serving spoon back in the pasta bowl and lean back in my chair. "I had some things to sort out." I mutter.
"He was in detention." My Mom confirms. She shoots me a glare and I raise my hands in mock surrender. This wasn't something I wanted to talk about with my entire family.
"What did you do this time?" My Uncle Elliot asks with a grin. Apparently, we will be talking about it though.
"There was a small misunderstanding with my Math teacher, nothing serious." I assure him wanting to change the subject. "So, Grandma I was thinking I have this careers day coming up where I get to spend a day doing a job of my choice and I was hoping I could come to the hospital with you?"
For the first time since he saw me earlier my Dad speaks to me. "Why aren't you doing it with me?" His tone was forceful but I could see rejection in his eyes.
I shrug my shoulders. "Sorry Dad, but I have no interest in running your company, that's all Theo." I reply casually, pointing my thumb at my brother. The only thing I'll ever consider being when I'm grown up is a doctor, the idea of saving lives appeals to me on several levels.
"I assumed you'd both be taking it over when I retire." My Dad replies dryly, earning a scoff from my sister.
"Thanks Dad" She mutters sarcastically, and he looks at her apologetically.
He takes her hand in his. "You want to be a Lawyer, you already told me that or I would be leaving the company to you as well." This seems to appease her because she smiles warmly up at him.
"I'll keep the company safe, don't worry Dad. You can retire early and all will be fine." Theo responds with a grin which my Father returns.
I turn my attention back to my Grandma. "So, would I be able to Grandma?"
She gives me a broad smile. "I'd love that Thomas, just give me the date and I'll pick you up in the morning." I nod eagerly. Ignoring the glare I received off my Dad.
Christian POV
Watching my son chat with my Mother across the table, I can't help the pang of jealousy eating at me. They have a great relationship, and always had. I guess, I could've known Thomas wanted to be a doctor, he talks about it sometimes and I've seen the way he watches them in awe. But, that doesn't mean I wasn't bothered he would choose that career over my company, however it didn't mean I wasn't immensely proud.
He will make a great doctor, he's definitely intelligent enough and he's got the irresistible personality all doctors have. Not to mention the good looks.
We all help my parents clear away, sending Thomas and Alex off halfway through when they start messing around. I love that they are both incredibly close as cousins but I don't enjoy the trouble they cause together. I have to admit that my son probably brings out the worst in his cousin, whom is normally a very good boy, but Thomas has some way of making trouble no matter who he's with.
Once all the cleaning is done, I leave Ana with everyone else as they chat about whose son just came out gay, or who cheated on who, and make my way to the backyard to locate the kids.
I see them out of the window, and watch as Thomas and Alex tackle each other to the floor in some kind of two person football game. My eyes narrow when I notice how dirty their shirts and jeans are getting. I move into their eye line, a few metres away.
"Boys! Get up from the floor! Come over here!" I yell at them, and they both stop quickly. They trudge their way over to me, shoving each other with grins on the way.
They stop in front of me and I glare down at them. "If you want to act like idiots then at least change into some more sensible clothing." I order, knowing they both had spare sets of clothes in their bedrooms, which my parents had added. Theo, Alex and Thomas all share a large bedroom here for when they stay round, then the girls share one as well.
Alex grunts. At fifteen years old he's going through his main stroppy teenager phase. I've been through it with Theo and Phoebe, and it's my least favourite time. "That's just effort, I don't see how us getting our clothes dirty is harming you, Uncle Christian." He mutters, and my son nods in agreement.
My mouth forms a thin line. "It harms mine, and your Dad's bank balance when we have to keep buying you two new clothes because you wreck yours, Alexander."
Thomas scoffs, on a roll of his eyes. "I'm pretty sure both your bank accounts can handle it, Dad." He replies bitterly. They can, clothes don't even make a dent in mine or Elliot's balance. I won't lie to anyone, and say we're not incredibly wealthy.
I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes on the boys in front of me. I glance at Thomas, then back at Alex, who is the spitting image of my brother with his athletic build, blonde hair and dark blue eyes. When he stands next to Thomas, it makes him look about 9 years old, the height difference and difference in builds prominent.
"I'm not going to argue with you two. Alex, go and change your clothes if you want to continue playing football. Thomas, I want to talk to you about something, come with me." I instruct them both, and neither of them move. They just share a smirk and cross their arms over their chests. They really know how to push all my buttons.
"Alexander, I'm going to give you three seconds to get moving." I warn, he stands staring at me defiantly but as soon as I countdown to 1 and shoot him another glare, he moves quickly. Thomas scoffs after him, and picks up the football before throwing at his back as he walks to the house.
"Way to stand your ground, Alex." He teases. My nephew turns around and shoots him a look.
"Tommy, if I've learnt anything in my short life it's that when either of our Dad's start to give us the countdown the best option is to just obey." He responds on a smirk, as he walks into the house, out of sight.
I raise an eyebrow at my son. "Alex is right. Now, come on. I want a chat, let's go and sit in the office." I instruct, gripping his arm and dragging my son behind me, not even giving him the chance to disobey me.
We walk in to my Father's office, and I push my son down on a seat before taking the seat behind the desk.
I watch him for several moments until his young voice breaks the silence. "Is there a reason you dragged me in here, or is this just your idea of some bonding time?" He shoots with a smirk, and I narrow my eyes on him. He's a cheeky son of a bitch. I hope he grows out of it, but I'm certain he won't.
"Yes there is a reason," I respond dryly, "Tell me, do you want to be a doctor when you're older?"
He looks at me with a puzzled expression, and runs his hand through his hair. "What are you on about?" He asks, perplexed.
I smirk, and lean over the desk closer to him. "You told your Grandma you want to do work experience with her, so does this mean you want to be a doctor when you're older?"
He's looking at me like I'm about to swoop in and wreck his dreams. I'm only asking so I can get an idea of his future aspirations. It'll make me proud to have a doctor for a son, and if it's something Thomas is considering I want to know.
"Yeah I guess," He responds hesitantly, "I want to help people." He adds quietly, and I beam at him. No matter what happens, forgetting all the shit he puts us through with his radical behaviour and attraction to trouble, he's a good kid. A truly phenomenal boy.
"You know, I've never been prouder to call you my son than right now, Thomas." I tell him honestly, and his eyes widen.
"Seriously? You aren't pissed off I don't want to work for you?" He asks, and I want to reprimand him on his language but I choose not to because he looks too damn adorable right now. His little face in shock that it's possible for me to be proud of him. I don't understand how he can't know he makes me proud every day by just being him.
"I won't say I'm not disappointed you don't want to take over Grey enterprise one day with your brother, because I think together you could turn it into something even greater. But, yeah I'm serious. Your Mom and I would be so proud if you became a doctor, buddy. If that's what you want to do, then you know we'll support you all the way. We'll pay for college, medical school, your housing, everything." I promise, and we will. We'll do it for all our children, I plan on being there for them for the rest of my life with support when they need it, whether it be financially, emotionally or physically.
My announcement earns a cheeky grin off my son. "You're the best, Dad." He tells me as he gets up from his chair, I watch him in confusion but smile when he moves to me and hugs me.
I hug Thomas tightly, holding his small body close to mine because I know as times goes on I'll get less of these moments.
"No buddy, you're the best." I reply softly into his hair as I continue to hold him. He'll never understand how much I love him, or his siblings, I know that. But, he needs to know that to me, he's everything I could ever want him to be, and more.