TPOV

"How are you liking Harvard, Thomas?" My Granddad asks me from across the table. I finish my mouthful of turkey and lean back slightly in my chair with a grin. How am I liking college? Well I'm loving it. The freedom, the parties, it's great.

"Can you even remember? Because every single photo you're tagged in on Facebook you're absolutely wasted," Phoebe comments dryly, and my parents send me a glare across the table. I shoot my sister a look, yes maybe I spend too much time getting drunk but its fun.

"Hey, at least you don't get the drunk phone calls almost every night." Alex adds, and I roll my eyes, they're really not helping me out here.

"You better not be spending most of your time out partying, young man. If I found out you are, I'll pull you out of college and you'll come and do an internship for me." My Dad warns me across the table, he can't seriously think he can still boss me around?

I scoff. "No offence Dad, but I'm eighteen now, and no longer a child, so I don't really think you get to tell me what to do anymore."

"Being eighteen doesn't make you an adult, Thomas, and if there's one person who definitely isn't an adult it's you." My Mom replies quickly, probably noticing the look of rage on my Father's face.

"Well, as a Law student I can confirm at eighteen you're technically an adult," Phoebe mutters, sending a smirk my way. God, I loved it when I had my soon-to-be-lawyer sister on my side.

My Dad glares at us both, but before he can say anything my Uncle speaks up. "None of you guys are adults yet, you haven't had enough life experience."

Theo clears his throat and raises a hand, with an eyebrow raised. "Excuse me but I'm 23?"

My Brother had graduated from Princeton with a degree in Economics last year, and is now working for my Dad at Grey Enterprise, probably preparing to take it over in a few years' time.

"You also text me the other day asking if it was too cold to wear shorts," Ava mocks, throwing my brother a grin.

"To get back to the original question," I begin dryly, "Yes I'm enjoying college very much, thank you Granddad. I study to become a doctor during the day which I love, then I go back to my dorm which I pretty much share with Emily for some wild sex, and finally I drink the night away. Life is great."

Phoebe and Ava make fake gagging noises and I grin.

"Tommy, I really don't want to hear about your sex life," Phoebe protests, with a disgusted look on her face.

Alex laughs slightly, and then leans closer to me over the table. "When you say wild sex, what are we talking about here?"

"Alex!" Phoebe and Ava screech simultaneously.

I grin widely. "Let's just say it involves handcuffs…"

"Thomas!" All the women yell at the same time.

CPOV

Listening to my teenage son talk about his sex life was not what I expected to be doing on the first night of having my children home from college. Although, I'd rather it be him than Phoebe.

I watch my son over the table whispering something to Alex. He's grown up so much this past year. His thick hair stands in a matte quiff. He still had a reasonably small frame, yet muscle ripples underneath the tight button down shirt he wears. His skin is pale, and brings out the ocean blue of his eyes, which have slight bags under them. I want to think it's because he's studying so much but I can almost guarantee it's his night time habits.

"You know, Thomas, you'd do good to remember you're three years away from being able to drink legally." I lecture, and by the look on his face he's not in the mood for it. But, I don't want to end up getting a call from a Hospital in Boston telling me my son has been brought in for alcohol poisoning, or worse, so he needs to listen.

"Like you never drank underage, c'mon Dad, live a little." He replies casually, a smirk plastered on his smooth face. I hate that he takes after me and my reckless behaviour, because stupid kids make stupid mistakes.

"Just please be sensible, sweetheart." Ana pleads with a sad smile, I know she isn't happy about the fact our children all seemed to enjoy drinking but she also knows it's because they're young and finding themselves.

"Of course I am, Mom. I might drink a lot but I do try to stay sober when I'm at parties with people I don't know very well." He informs her with a sincere smile, "Even more so when I've got Emily practically collapsing in my arms because she's pissed off her head." He adds dryly, earning a laugh off the table.

"You look after her, Thomas. She's a good girl." My Dad tells him, and he actually looks offended.

"Of course I'm going to look after her. Man, I'm going to marry her." Thomas exclaims. As much as I love seeing my son happy and in love, I can't help but feel anxious when he talks about marrying his teenage girlfriend, they're so young.

"Don't wish your life away, Thomas. You're just a teenager." I state, but I don't think he's really listening. I just worry he's going to end up doing something stupid, and he'll mess his whole life up.

It's about 1am in the morning when Thomas and Emily make it through the door. He had left my parents' house to go and pick Emily up from her parents so they could go out and see some of their old friends for a bit.

I lean in the doorway of the kitchen as I watch them drunkenly stumble in, they haven't even seen me yet and they're probably too drunk to care I'm here. The only time I've seen my son drunk was when he was 16 at his party, after the punishment he got for that he never let me see him intoxicated again.

I watch him push Emily up the stairs, telling her to go and wait in his room because he's getting a beer to drink.
Emily giggles and does as she's told. I like Emily, she's good for my son, but sometimes they're so alike it's dangerous. Neither of them have any limits, they'll both get blackout wasted and be up for anything. I watch her attempt to walk up the stairs, grabbing onto the bannister for support. Her short, slim body moving from side to side, and her dark hair swishing across her back.

My attention moves to my son when he stumbles into the kitchen. He falls into my chest, and looks up at me with wide eyes, apparently only just realising I'm standing here.

I practically lift him up and place him on a seat with a stern glare. He tries to get to the fridge and grab a bottle of beer but I block him and shove him back down on the chair.

"There is no way you're having anymore to drink, young man."

"Dad, I'm fine." He insists, but his words are slurred and I can smell the vodka on his breath. His hair is a dishevelled mess and his shirt is now only half done up, he's a complete state.

"What has happened to you? What is your obsession with getting so drunk you can barely function?" I spit, looking down at my teenage son but he's too out of it to be taking any of this in.

"Live a little," He slurs, and I growl.

"Go to bed right now, and make sure Emily is okay. You both need to sleep this off." I instruct but as soon as he attempts to stand and nearly falls over I realise I'm going to need to help him. I sling an around his small shoulders and guide him out of the kitchen and upstairs. When we reach his bedroom, I slowly push the door open and find Emily lying on his bed looking like hell. It's horrible to think she's younger than Phoebe and getting in this state.

"Hi Christian," She slurs, and if it's possible she sounds more wasted than my son.

"Emily." I smile a tight lipped smile at her, and place my son down on the bed next to her. Looking down at the two intoxicated teenagers on the double bed makes me scared to leave them, they're young and it's dangerous for their bodies to be so full of alcohol.

"Both of you get some sleep. Please try to be quiet because everyone else is sleeping. I'm going to be talking to you in the morning. Goodnight." I say sternly, before leaving his room and shutting the door as quietly as possible, with my daughter back in town and Theo spending the night here as well, I didn't want to wake them up.

I walk back into my bedroom and find Ana is sitting up in bed reading on her Kindle.

"Are they alright?" She asks me, knowing I'd gone down after hearing the kids' crash through the door about ten minutes ago.

"Drunk as shit, but they're all right." I reply dryly, stripping down to my boxers and sliding into bed.

"They're young, Christian. Thomas is going to grow out of this stage." She placates me, kissing my face repeatedly.

"I just don't want him ending up in trouble, Anastasia. You know what happens with drunk teenagers – drunk sex." I practically spit, thinking about the possibilities.

She traces patterns on my chest and lets out an exasperated sigh. "He's studying to become a doctor, Christian. I'm sure he knows how babies are created."

I glance at her with a small smirk. "Are you mocking me?"

"You worry too much, baby." She tells me, and I don't reply. Instead I blanket her body and take her mouth in mine.

TPOV

I'm digging through Emily's handbag rather clumsily as she lies on my bed naked, waiting impatiently.

"They're in there somewhere, Tommy!" She whispers loudly.

"I've found about ten different make up products but no fucking condom, baby!" I slur, and suddenly freeze when I find a pack of pills. Are these fucking drugs? Has my girlfriend been buying ecstasy from someone at the club we were in? I'm too drunk to be able to read what it says on them.

I jump on her and she lets out a surprised squeal as I grab her arms and hold them above her head. Glaring down at her, I hold the pills above her head but in her eye line with my freehand. "Are you fucking taking drugs, Emily? Because I swear to god if you're I'm going to kill you." I hiss, my voice suddenly sounding very sober, but I certainly don't feel it.

My girlfriend bucks under me and I grab her sensitive side to still her. She narrows her eyes on me. "You're a fucking idiot sometimes, Tommy, and you say you want to be a surgeon!" She whispers furiously, our faces are so close I can feel her alcohol smelling breath on my cheek.

I growl and fling the pills across my room, where they land somewhere behind my drawers. "Don't fucking swear at me, Emily! What are those pills?"

She releases a frustrated sigh, and wriggles her wrists. I loosen my grip slightly. "They're birth control pills, Tommy." She mutters, looking embarrassed.

I should be the one who is embarrassed, I just made a massive deal about my girlfriend doing drugs and they're birth control pills which I know she's been taking for months now.

"Fuck, I'm sorry baby." I whisper, realising my grip completely and moving to her side, wrapping my strong arms around her. "You said we needed a condom so I wasn't sure if you were taking them anymore." I try to reason.

"Yes, because I forgot to take one this morning and I didn't want to risk anything." She explains tiredly, sounding more sober as well.

I rub her back reassuringly. "There isn't a condom in your bag, I've checked. We could risk it just for tonight?" I ask hopefully, and I know it's my drunk mind in control of me but I don't care. I just want to be inside my girlfriend. One night will be fine.

"Tommy…" She mutters quietly, I can sense the apprehension in her voice but I'm desperate.

"C'mon baby, I swear it will be fine." I promise, and she relents climbing on top of me. I know she's drunk as well, and it makes me feel like a shit person but I need her and I know she needs me.

CPOV

"What was all that noise in the middle of the night?" My Daughter asks me as we sit around the table eating breakfast. My youngest is still yet to show his face, and I wouldn't be surprised if he slept through the day.

I chew my mouthful of pancake slowly, before answering with a raised eyebrow. "Who do you think it was?"

"Tommy," She states, she knew it all along so I don't know why she needed to ask. Nobody else was going to come smashing through the door at 1am.

"I got a text off Nick, he saw them all at a club last night. He said Tommy was wild." Theo informs me. I grip my fork tightly in my hand. How stupid do the guards at a club have to be to let in underage kids? This is why I want security with my children at all times, but no, they all spent so much time complaining about it, Ana convinced me to not bother anymore. Apparently they're all old enough to not need it. Like hell they are.

"That wouldn't surprise me," Ana says dryly, over the rim of her mug of coffee.

I give her a sad smile just as the devil himself walks in. My son looked like hell as he took a seat next to his brother, he dropped his head down on the table and groaned. I watch in amusement as Ana gets up and hands him some pills. He takes them gratefully and steals Phoebe's orange juice to swallow them.

His hair is sticking up unevenly, and his eyes are tired with dark smudges underneath them. The blue orbs I know so well are bloodshot and his normally pale skin seems to be tinged with yellow.

"Good night?" Theo asks him, with an amused smirk.

Thomas sits up properly and looks at him through half closed eyes. "Bro, I don't even remember. All I know is Emily is passed out in my room still, and for some reason I've got a tattoo."

This catches mine and Ana's attention. "What?" We both ask simultaneously.

He gives us a roguish grin, and stands up. I watch as he pulls up his Henley to reveal his toned abs. My eyes bulge when I catch sight of his girlfriend's name inked across his hip. I move closer, and grab him by the side. He jerks and I smirk slightly, before I regain my frown.

"You're getting this removed today, no arguments." I order him, there is no way I'm allowing my son to keep a tattoo he got when he was drunk. Especially not one of his teenage girlfriend's name.

He huffs in defiance. "No way. I like it."

Ana moves next to me and starts inspecting it. From what I can tell it hasn't been done very well. "Thomas, this looks really dodgy. It needs to be removed before it gets infected," She reasons with him and he breathes out heavily, but nods in agreement. Now also looking down at the tattoo anxiously.

"You're such an idiot," Phoebe says tiredly, looking at her brother with narrowed eyes.

Thomas pushes Ana and me off him before taking the spare seat next to his sister. He grabs her juice again and takes a gulp, which only increases her annoyance. "No, I'm just fun," He responds on a grin.

I grasp his shoulder tightly. "No, your sister is right, you're an idiot. Don't do reckless things, Thomas. Don't drink so much you can't think straight, that's how accidents happen."

My teenager rolls his eyes and groans in annoyance. "Jesus, Dad. I'm not an idiot, alright? Just give me a break. I'll be back at college and out of your sight soon so don't worry."

Ana strokes a hand through his thick mesh of hair. "We just want to make sure you're always being safe, sweetheart. We're your parents it's our job to protect you."

"They also want to make sure they don't become Grandparents whilst their kids are still kids, because their horny eighteen year old had drunk sex." Theo adds on a wink. I glare across the table at him then direct my gaze to my younger son, who suddenly is looking even paler.

I lean in closer to him. "Thomas, I swear to God you better always be safe. Please tell me you know what you're doing?" I ask, suddenly panic is setting in at the thought of my son being even more of an idiot than I thought. He might have an incredibly high IQ but I know right now he's controlled by what is in his pants.

Thomas nods his head confidently. "Of course I am, Dad. Anyway, how about we go and get this tattoo off?" He asks, and his sudden change of subject worries me further, but he looks relieved which makes me feel better.

I smile over at him. My eighteen year old son who is growing up more and more every time I see him. It's a scary thought to think he's an adult.