Hi guys, thank you all for sticking with me. There are still a few chapters to come, and it might not be what you're expecting for Thomas but it's his own happy ending, which I hope you'll all like.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS AN M RATING! DON'T READ IF YOU'RE EASILY OFFENDED.
Christian POV
"Happy Sixteenth Birthday, Thomas!" We all yell, as we stand at the bottom of his double bed. He groans opening one eye and throws an arm over his face.
"What's the time?" He asks, his voice thick with sleep.
"10am," Ana informs him. We had been waiting downstairs for him for about an hour, but when he still hadn't got up we figured it was time to wake him up, before he slept through his birthday.
Thomas grunts. "It's too early, can we please celebrate my birthday after 1pm?" He asks, hopefully, pulling one of his pillows across his face trying to block out the light.
"No we can't. It's your birthday and we're celebrating all day. Come on, get up, you and I are going out!" I say enthusiastically, hoping he would share my enthusiasm.
He sits up in his bed and leans against the headboard, revealing his shirtless, hairless chest. "Surely, since it's my birthday we should be doing what I want?" He asks, and he does have a point, but I'd been planning this day out for weeks so I wasn't giving up.
"Tommy!" Phoebe moans, sitting on the edge of his bed, "Theo and I came back from college to see you turn sixteen, so don't be a moody teenager all weekend."
My son rolls his eyes. "I had to put up with both of you being moody teenagers, so it's only fair you should too."
Apparently my oldest son had got fed up because before any of us know it, he's flung Tommy over his shoulder and is carrying him down the stairs. I hear the shouts of protest from my youngest but it doesn't seem to faze my 21 year old son.
We follow him into the kitchen and I smirk when Theo places his brother down on the floor with a grin. Thomas glares at him, standing only in a pair of baggy boxers.
"You're an asshole," He spits, glaring at his brother.
"Hey!" I caution, taking a threatening step toward him. Thomas raises his hands in mock surrender and I raise an eyebrow in warning.
Phoebe who has been watching the scene in amusement moves around her Brother's and takes a seat at the table. "Tommy, please put some clothes on. My little brother in only a pair of boxers is not what I want to see in the morning. You're not 4 anymore, it's no longer cute." She mocks, and he growls.
"Well if Theo had given me a chance to get changed you wouldn't have to look at me!" He hisses, just as Ana walks back in carrying a pair of Thomas' skinny jeans and a light blue button down shirt.
She hands them to him on a smile. "Happy Birthday baby boy, we'll give you your presents later." She tells him, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek.
"Oh yeah, Happy Birthday, kid. I love ya." Theo chimes, pulling his still shirtless brother into a hug. Now, Thomas is older and slightly closer to Theo's height and build, they look a lot more alike. Both still as handsome as ever.
"I'll hug you when you're clothed," Phoebe mumbles, but kisses him on the cheek like Ana had. "Happy Sixteenth Birthday, Tommy. I love you."
Once he's got dressed and we've all had breakfast, I drag Thomas into the audi R8 and get ready to begin the day.
"Where are we going?" He asks me curiously from the passenger seat, as I drive down backstreet roads. I grin over at him quickly before turning my eyes back on the road.
"You'll see," I say and turn up the radio.
When we arrive at the large field, Thomas' eyes widen in realisation and then when he sees the glider he grins. "We're going gliding?!" He practically yells in excitement, and I grin at my teenaged son's innocence.
"You want to?" I ask hesitantly, it was his birthday and I wasn't going to make him do something he didn't want to do. Besides, it's his first time he might be scared.
"Fuck, yes I want to!" He yells, and I frown. He winces on a smirk. "I mean, yes please, Dad." He corrects and I shake my head on a grin, before stepping out of the car and telling him to follow.
Thomas POV
I follow my Dad over to the glider where there is an older man already waiting for us. My Dad shakes his hand, I'm assuming they've met before.
"Mr Benson this is my son, Thomas. Thomas, this is our co-pilot, Mr Benson." He introduces us and I shake his outstretched hand.
"I hear today is a very special day, Happy Birthday young man." Mr Benson says on a warm smile, and I beam up at him. I can tell from his accent that he's British.
"Thanks, now can we get started?" I ask eagerly, and they both laugh. My Dad grips my shoulder as Mr Benson walks over to do some last minute checks on the glider.
"This is basically just like flying on a plane, but much more fun. I'm going to be with you the entire time and I promise you're perfectly safe." He informs me on a soft smile, and I nod understanding.
Benson walks back over carrying some kind of bag thing. "I need to put on your parachute," He tells me, and I realise he's not holding a bag but a parachute.
My Dad steps in front of me quickly, and takes the parachute from him. "I'll do it." He states, and starts giving instructions. Once my feet are in the loops, he pulls the parachute up, and I place my arms through the shoulder straps. Deftly he fastens the harness and tightens all the straps.
Still kneeling down in front of me, he checks all the straps once more before nodding approvingly. "Sorted. Are you ready?" He asks on a boyish grin. I nod, and he pulls me towards the glider gently pushing me into the front seat. I look at him confused and he explains the pilots are always in the back. I raise an eyebrow but go along with it.
Just as I'm about to start doing my own straps, my Dad grabs my hands to stop me. I look up at him and find a sheepish smile. "Let me do it. I'll feel a lot better knowing they're done up properly." He tells me.
"Am I not capable of doing it properly?" I ask bemused, they don't look that difficult.
He smiles, and pulls the harness over my shoulders. "Yes, you're perfectly capable, but I'll feel better knowing you're definitely safe, and I'll only know that if I do it myself." He explains, and I roll my eyes, earning a dig in my side as he grabs the lower belt, and slots it into the fastener that rests against my belly. He tightens all the restraining straps, and then steps out moving behind me into his seat.
In front of me is a panel of dials and levers and a big stick thing. I glance down at them but before I even get the chance to fiddle with any of them, I'm stopped by my Father's voice.
"Do not touch any of them, Thomas." His voice is warning, and I bring my hands back raising them in mock surrender.
The propeller starts and I can feel my heartbeat picking up. The grin on my face is permanent as I feel us lift off the ground.
"Ready, Thomas?" My Dad yells, all I hear is the sound of the wind ripping past. I shake my head in response but he probably can't see me.
I look at the ground and realise we're really high. I can't even tell where we are anymore. The crackle from the radio draws my attention and I hear my Dad's command. "Release." He says, and suddenly it feels like we're floating. We dip and end up upside down, I've never had a bigger adrenaline rush.
"Right now it's your turn, see the joystick in front of you? Grab it." He orders, and I don't even hesitate. I live for the thrills and this is the best you can get. "Keep the needle mid centre," My Dad explains and I do as he says.
"Good boy." He praises. Holy shit, I'm actually flying this thing.
"Back to me now, buddy." He tells me and I let go of the joystick.
I hear him announce down the radio we're going to be landing. After another circle we dip, and suddenly we are on the ground with a brief thump, racing along the grass.
Only a few moments pass before my Dad is opening the cock pit and giving me a hesitant smile.
"Well?" He asks, gripping my shoulders and leaning down to accommodate the height difference.
I give him my biggest cheeky grin and throw my arms around him. He laughs, and holds me close to him, so close I can feel his rapid heartbeat. I try to pull away but he pulls me back, still holding me to his chest.
Several moments later he pulls back slightly and looks me in the eyes. His grey ones are brimming with joy. "Happy sixteenth birthday, little man."
I want to roll my eyes at him, and I can see by his smirk he knows, but instead I smile. "Thank you, Dad. Thanks for everything." I respond softly, and he pulls me in for another hug.
We get back in the car and he turns to look at me with a smile. "What did you want to do for the rest of the day?"
I lower my eyes to the floor and fiddle with a button on my shirt. "Well actually, Dad, I was kind of hoping to have Emily round for a bit…" I say quietly, looking up at him to try and gauge his reaction. I'm relieved when his mouth forms his signature smirk.
"Oh really?" He drawls, raising an eyebrow, "Emily is welcome to come round later on tonight, you know."
I nod my head. I know she is but I don't want to spend time with my family and Emily. I want to spend time with my girlfriend on our own. "I know, but I was kinda hoping you, Mom, Theo and Phoebe could go out for a bit, so we can spend some quality time together." I respond hesitantly.
My Dad releases a breathy laugh. "Quality time, huh? Well I suppose that will be okay but I'm leaving Taylor at the house, and you need to promise to be on your best behaviour." He's turned serious now, and I raise an eyebrow.
"Dad, I'm sixteen. I'm a big boy now. Of course, I'm going to behave." I reply on a grin.
He rolls his eyes. "I'm aware how old you are, Thomas, and there is no certainty around your behaviour. I will give you some credit in that you've been behaving better recently but you're still disobeying me at almost every turn."
Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. Okay, sure I don't always listen to him but sometimes he can be a controlling freak. "Dad, I'll be on my best behaviour. Anyway, it will only be a couple of hours because everyone is coming round tonight aren't they?" I say, knowing my family is coming round to celebrate my birthday. Which means Alex and me are going to be able to sneak some alcohol and get drunk.
"Yes they are." He confirms and then he turns on his seat so he's looking right at me. "Urm, Thomas… I'm aware you're getting older and you have a girlfriend, so you're going to be thinking about…urm…certain things soon." He begins, and my eyes widen. This can't be happening. My Dad cannot be trying to give me the sex talk in a car. I have nowhere to run, and I really don't want to listen to this. However, it is quite amusing that someone as experienced as him would have trouble explaining it to me.
"Dad, please don't do this. I know what you're getting at, and don't worry I've been fully informed by Theo and Alex," I tell him, and he stops looking relieved.
He clears his throat on a nod. "Right, good. Just make sure you're ready, Thomas. It's a big responsibility and you're under no pressure to do anything. Also, when you decide you are ready please for the love of God, be safe."
I nod, wanting to get this conversation over and done with. My Dad grins and ruffles my hair, before starting the car and driving us home.
After a fun filled morning with my Dad I was feeling great, and if it's possible I feel even better when Emily walks through my bedroom door. I stand up and walk over to her, taking her in my arms and attacking my mouth with hers. I slam the door shut, and pull her over to my bed.
"Happy Birthday, baby. I love you." She tells me, and I grin, leaning in for another kiss but she pulls away. I look at her on a frown, but stop when I realise she's pulling something out of her pocket.
"I brought you something," She tells me and I frown again. I'd told Emily I didn't want her buying me anything. She was annoyed, claiming it was unfair because I'd brought her a gold necklace when she turned sixteen a few months ago. But I'd made it very clear she wasn't to get me anything. I didn't want her spending money on me.
"I thought I told you I didn't want anything from you, except you." I mutter, trying to figure out what she was pulling out of her jacket pocket.
"Oh, but this is for both of us." She replies slyly, and I grin as soon as I see the offending items. In her hand, she pulls out a lacy black bra and a thong. I narrow mischievous eyes on her.
"Baby, you're a tease. If they were in your pocket, what are you wearing now?" I ask curiously, although I'm sure I know the answer. She pulls off her denim jacket so she's in just her dress.
She grins and nibbles on my ear, blowing hot breath into it. I can feel my jeans suddenly become tighter around my crotch. "Well that's another part of your present, I'm not wearing anything underneath." She whispers. I glance at her short, summery dress and practically moan in frustration at the thought of my gorgeous girlfriend naked.
Emily and I haven't had sex yet. I mean we'd done other stuff, but we've never gone all the way. I wanted to when she turned sixteen, but she said she wasn't ready and I wasn't going to pressure her so I didn't mention it again.
"Well, what are we going to do about that?" I ask seductively, pushing her down on my bed, and slipping a hand up her dress, resting it on the inside of her thigh.
"I'm sure we can think of something," She teases, starting to undo my shirt. I throw it off and then quickly drag off my jeans.
I lean over her, with my arms either side of her head, and kiss her passionately. My tongue slides around her mouth, tasting every bit of her. I bite her lip between my teeth, and pull it, electing a moan out of my girlfriend.
Slowly, I move down her body and pull up her dress so it's tucked around her breasts. I kiss my way up her stomach and then when I reach the dress, in one swift move, I yank it off. Now, for the first time in my life I'm staring down at a naked girl, and there's no one else I'd want it to be. Not even Megan Fox.
I grab a condom out of my drawers. Just before my family had left to go out and buy some food for the party later on, my Mom, Dad and Brother slipped me a condom telling me to be safe. I don't think they were even aware they'd all given me one.
I watch my girlfriend as I slide it down my shaft, she's breathing heavily already and it makes me even hornier.
I stroke my way down her soft body, loving the way she felt under my fingers. I trace circles along her sides and stomach, making her squirm under me. "Are you sure you want this?" I ask sincerely, the last thing I want to do is make her feel pressured.
"Yes, come on." She responds quickly. I grin, before thrusting myself inside her. I start off slow, pushing myself against her, in and out, letting both of us get used to the new sensation. After a few moments, I pick up speed and shove my mouth on hers.
She groans in pleasure, raking her hands across my back. I moan against her and thrust.
"Harder," She begs and I push harder and deeper.
"Fuck me, Tommy!" She yells, and I'm suddenly really glad my family had gone out and left me alone in the house, minus Taylor who is rooms away.
"Don't swear at me!" I hiss, through a groan. I can feel myself about to come, and I know she's nowhere near. But it's my first time, she can't expect me to keep it going much longer. Not when she looks like a goddess underneath me.
"I'm ready," I moan, and she slows our kissing down.
"Let go, baby." She tells me softly, and I do. I can feel the warm liquid fill the bottom of the condom, and I pull out of Emily.
I quickly pull the condom off, and throw it in my bin, before falling on the bed next to my girlfriend. We're both breathing heavily, and I can't keep the grin off my face.
"Baby, that was incredible. Soon, I'm going to be able to go long enough for you to be able to cum." I promise. She giggles softly.
"Tommy, that was amazing. I love you so much. But, I do wish you'd let me get you a proper birthday present," She responds quietly.
I turn to her on a smile and watch her carefully. She's watching me back with her soft eyes, and I know I'll never love anyone else but her for the rest of my life.
"You can give me one more thing for my birthday…" I almost whisper, but I know she heard me.
She strokes patterns on my chest and looks at me cautiously. "What?"
"Tell me you'll marry me," I say and her hand freezes on my chest, I laugh slightly. "Not now obviously, but when we're older, promise me you're going to marry me?" I ask, and I don't know what I'm expecting. It's unfair of me to ask her this, we're young, but I know I want to marry her. We have the kind of love where it consumes us, and crazy or not, that love never dies.
"I'll marry you, Tommy." She responds quietly, and I take her lips in mine, grinning through our kiss. One day, this beautiful girl will be my wife, and I couldn't be happier.
A few hours and one more time later, I walk Emily out of the door just in time for my family to return home. They eye me suspiciously as they walk through the door but I give nothing away. Now, all I want to do is party, even if it is just with my family.
CPOV
Ana and I sit down in the backyard as we watch our family around us, it's amazing to think today our little boy turned sixteen.
"Do you think they had sex?" Ana barely whispers.
I look at her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "I really don't know, baby. I'm assuming they did and that's why they wanted us out of the house, but if you want to find out just ask him."
"He won't tell me, Christian!" She snaps, slapping my shoulder gently. "I'm his Mother, that's not the sort of thing he would discuss with me."
I chuckle. "Well he wasn't very talkative about it this morning either so we'll never know, but anyway as long as they were both happy and safe, it doesn't matter."
Ana sighs and rests her head on my shoulder. "I know, but it's a strange thought isn't it? That all of our children are probably having sex," She comments, and my body tenses.
"Phoebe isn't having sex," I reply sternly.
Ana scoffs and lifts her head to meet my eyes. "Christian, she's nineteen years old and has a boyfriend, of course she's having sex."
My brow furrows at thought of Phoebe's boyfriend. Liam. He's a tool and I don't like him one bit, I was glad to find out neither of my sons did either. "No, Ana. My baby girl is not having sex. Don't take this away from me." I can't even think about the prospect that my daughter is sexually active.
"Seriously? You have no problem with our sixteen year old son having sex but you have a problem with our nineteen year old daughter? You're so sexist, Christian." Ana snaps, and I grasp her chin in my hand.
"I can't help if I'm more protective over you and Phoebe than I am the boys, Anastasia. In a society like ours, females are more vulnerable and that's just how it is. So, don't criticise me for trying to protect my loved ones. Anyway, of course I have a problem with Thomas having sex so young but he's legal so there's nothing we can do." I respond firmly, releasing her chin and pressing my lip to hers.
"Phoebe is more legal than Thomas," She mumbles against my lips and I groan. I don't want to think about that.
We break apart when we hear coughing from in front of us. I smile as my parents take a seat on the other side of the table.
"Ana, this is a lovely party, you've really outdone yourself." My Mother compliments, and Ana thanks her. It really is a great party, there's enough alcohol for the adults and even Theo now he's turned 21 to get drunk if they choose to, although I'm hoping they won't. Then, there's plenty of food and non-alcoholic drinks for the kids. The cake is gigantic and chosen by the birthday boy himself.
"It's hard to believe our youngest Grandchild is sixteen," My Mom says sadly, but she perks up, "I'm expecting some great grandchildren soon though."
I scoff and eye Ana next to me. "I don't think that will be happening anytime soon, Mom. I mean Theo is the oldest and he's only 21."
"I know, they're all still so young. But it wouldn't be the end of the world would it? I mean Ana had Theo when she was only 23."
I groan inwardly, Ana was so young when we had Theo, too young. "Thank you for the reminder, Mother." I say dryly, "But, please don't put ideas in any of my kids' heads. I do not want to be a Granddad anytime soon,"
My Mother rolls her eyes. "Christian don't be so dramatic. Of course I won't encourage anything. Anyway, let's get back on topic. Where is the birthday boy? I haven't seen him for a few hours." She observes, and I scan the yard. I haven't actually seen my son in a while.
When I realise neither Thomas or Alex are out here, I stand up. Why do I get the feeling they're causing trouble somewhere?
TPOV
"So, you actually did it?" Alex asks me on a grin, and I nod eagerly, taking another gulp of my sixth wine cooler. In all fairness to me and Alex, it was never specified the alcohol wasn't for us, it's just assumed. Anyway, I'm pretty certain the wine coolers were bought for Theo, because I couldn't see any of my other family drinking them.
"It felt so gooooood," I respond. My words are slurred, and I'm suddenly aware of how drunk I am when I can feel the room start spinning. Maybe, we should have started drinking somewhere less out of sight than the kitchen.
Alex laughs at my expense, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Buddy, you're wasted. God, your parents are going to kill you, and then they're going to kill me for allowing you to get like this."
I glance at him through my blurred vision. I could've swore Alex was drinking as much as me but apparently he's not.
"Alex, you know you're my favourite cousin. I love you, man. You're so fucking cool." I tell him on a drunken laugh. Alex smiles down at me, before slowly taking my drink from my hand.
"Alright, buddy, I'm cutting you off. We need to get you sobered up." He responds, but we're interrupted by my Brother walking in. I can hear him behind me.
"Tommy, there you are. Dad's looking for you." He informs me, but as soon as he walks around so he can look at me, he swears and growls.
"Are you fucking drunk?" He spits, grabbing hold of my shoulders and leaning close to my face. I laugh and he swears again.
"Alex, what the fuck happened? He's sixteen! He shouldn't be drinking, and neither should you." My Brother scorns my cousin, who actually looks apologetic. I didn't realise my older brother had become such an…adult.
"Theo, I wasn't really paying attention to how much he was drinking. I wouldn't have let him get like this, if I knew." He protests, eyeing my worriedly.
"My Dad is going to kill you both!" Theo hisses, not releasing his grip on my shoulder. He's probably worried I'll fall off the stool if he does.
"Guys, lighten up!" I shout on a slur. They both look at me though narrowed eyes but then their eyes widen as they look behind me. I turn around, nearly falling off my stool but my Brother catches me in his arms, and I come to face to face with my Father glaring down at us, his eyes brimming with anger. Oh fuck.
CPOV
As I take in the scene in front of me I can feel the anger building up. My jaw is clenched and I feel ready to kill someone.
"You three have five seconds to explain what is going on before I lose it," I warn, my voice is quiet as I clench my fists at my side. I watch Theo and Alex share a worried glance but Thomas only laughs. Just looking at him I can tell he's drunk. His hair is dishevelled and his eyes look bloodshot. I can't believe it, my sixteen year old son is drunk. I feel ready to strangle him.
"Uncle Christian…It was supposed to be some fun…I didn't realise he'd drunk so much…" Alex mumbles, looking down at the floor. Although I know Alex would never put my son in danger, right at this moment all I care about is the face he managed to get drunk, not to mention the fact Alex is holding a bottle of beer and he's only eighteen.
"Fun?!" I spit, stepping closer and grabbing my nephews shoulder. He flinches in my hold, and I glare. "Drinking underage isn't fun, Alexander! It's dangerous! Especially when you're encouraging your sixteen year old cousin!" I yell, and then when I notice the grin on my youngest son's face my anger is tripled.
"I'm really sorry, Uncle Christian." Alex quavers, still not looking at me. I grab his chin between my fingers so he's looking up at me. He looks so much like my Brother it's unbelievable.
"I don't want your apologies, Alex. Get out of my site. I'll be talking to your Dad as soon as I've sorted out these two, so I would go and explain yourself to him first." I hiss, dropping my hold on him and gently shoving him in the direction of the door. He nods solemnly and stalks out.
Before I even get to start with my sons, Thomas falls off the stool on a drunken stumble. I growl and grab him around the waist, holding him to my side. I want to scream at him, yell at him for being so irresponsible but at this moment it seems pointless. He's too intoxicated to care, or listen.
I keep hold of my youngest and glance at Theo. "Why the fuck did you allow your Brother to get drunk? You might be 21 but he's not, Theodore!" I shout, and my son flinches.
"I've only just got here! He was with Alex! I wouldn't let him get drunk, Dad. I promise!" My son protests, and I growl. This just keeps getting better.
I throw my drunk son over my shoulder, ignoring his arguing. "I'm taking you Brother to bed, he needs to sleep this off. Go and tell you Mother what has happened." I snap at him, and he walks off quickly sending me an apologetic smile which I ignore. I'm too angry to comprehend anything right now.
"Put me down," Thomas moans, drunkenly trying to wiggle out of my hold. I grasp him tighter and ignore his protests.
When we reach his room I slam the door open and drop him down on his bed. He groans and tries to stand up again but I shove him down on a glare.
"Go to sleep, Thomas." I snarl, not taking my eyes off him.
When he attempts to stand up I move to push him down again but realise his face is looking green. I allow him to push past me and into his ensuite bathroom. I sigh loudly as I listen to him throw up his guts. It's going to be a long night, and I'm pretty certain this is supposed to happen on his 21st birthday not his sixteenth.
I follow after him and some of my anger is replaced with concern as I watch him leaning over the toilet, retching. I kneel down beside him and rub my hand up and down his back.
"Alright, buddy." I comfort, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. He throws up again and groans.
"I feel awful," He complains, and I can't help the smug smirk that pulls at my mouth.
"That's what you get for drinking underage, it's a stupid thing to do, Thomas. Don't do it again." I counter.
"Am I in trouble?" He suddenly sounds a lot more sober, maybe because he's just thrown up most of his gut or maybe because he can hear the anger in my tone.
I scoff. "Oh, you're in big trouble."
He groans and leans forward on the toilet seat. There's a knock at the bathroom door and I turn to see Ana step inside. She takes one look at Thomas leaning over the toilet and sighs.
"I've brought you some water, Thomas." She informs him, placing a large glass of fizzy water down next to him. She kneels down next to me, and we share a look. It's not like we hadn't been in this position before, both Theo and Phoebe had come home drunk before, but they weren't sixteen at the time.
"Thanks," He mumbles, and leans back against the cupboard. I drop my hand from his back and grasp Ana's in mine. We watch him carefully lift the glass to his mouth, his hair is matted and his eyes look tired.
"What were you thinking, Thomas?" Ana asks quietly, squeezing my hand. I rub hers reassuringly. There's not even point in getting angry with him now, he's not going to remember it in the morning.
"I was thinking drinking is fun, and it makes me feel free." He responds easily, a small smirk appearing on his face.
I growl. "It's not fun to get so drunk you don't know what you're doing, and it's definitely not fun when you're only sixteen. You realise your Mom and I could be arrested? Or you could be?" I snap, and his eyes drop the floor.
"You have also got Alex into a lot of trouble, and I don't doubt for a second it was you encouraging him to drink most of the time, Thomas. I know you look up to him, but he finds it hard to say no to you. So, when you are pestering him to drink he's going to say yes." Ana scolds in an even tone. I've never understood how she can always manage to keep her cool with our son, when all I want to do is yell some sense into him.
"Don't blame Alex, it wasn't his fault," Thomas mumbles, placing the now empty glass on the side and leaning back against the bathroom cabinet. His head is resting on an angle, it doesn't look particularly comfortable.
"I'm angry at Alex for allowing this to happen, but I certainly don't blame him. He didn't force the alcohol down your throat - the alcohol that you knew wasn't for your consumption. I was really starting to think you were growing up a bit, Thomas, but once again you've proved me wrong." I roar, the anger returning.
"I get it, I'm a huge disappointment," He mutters sadly, and I sigh. Why do we always end up at this point? With his low self-esteem and self-hatred shining through. I swear no matter how many times we tell him he never listens.
"Thomas, don't say that," I warn, "You know we don't think that. You're an exceptional young boy, who just happens to make very stupid decisions. For someone so intelligent you sure can be an idiot. But, I understand you're just a child and you're going to make mistakes, I just wish you'd make less." I respond evenly, smiling at Ana when she squeezes my hand reassuringly.
"You think I'm exceptional?" He mumbles, and I can see his eyelids slowly closing. His voice is thick and tired. Apparently the after math of the alcohol is hitting him.
"Thomas, you're one of the most exceptional people I've ever known. You have an irresistible personality that everyone is attracted to. You have the superstar looks. Sweetheart, you're the full package and one day I hope you realise it." Ana praises, dropping my hand and moving forward so she can kiss our son on the cheek.
"I love you guys," He whispers as he drifts off. I look to Ana and she smiles sadly. I stand up, offering my hand to her.
Once Ana is in the other room sorting out his bed, I lift him up into my arms bridal style and carry him through, laying him down on the bed. He stirs slightly, and I place a soft kiss to his head. Turning back to Ana I give her a soft smile, and wrap my arms around her waist pulling her close.
"Well I certainly didn't see his sixteenth birthday ending up like this," Ana comments dryly, but I can see a faint smirk on her face.
I nod in agreement. "I can't wait to tell him how much trouble he's in tomorrow. For now, I suppose I'll just cope with Theo and Alex." I respond on a raised eyebrow.
Ana looks up at me, copying my expression. "Christian, you can't blame the boys. Yes, Alex was drinking but he's eighteen, he's not a little kid. He's old enough to know what he's doing. Anyway, it's up to Elliot and Kate to punish him, not you. As for Theo, he did nothing wrong. I've spoken to him, and all I see is a concerned older Brother." She argues.
I smirk on a slow nod. "Alright, I'll let it go. I know both Theodore and Alex are normally very good at looking out for Thomas. But, I'm still giving him a piece of my mind tomorrow," I state on a huff.
Ana giggles softly, and responds. "Oh trust me you won't be the only one,"