It was the first day of summer and Gilan decided it was the perfect day to do nothing. He had just finished his end of year exams and not to mention he was taking his A levels next year, so he felt like he needed something to get summer started. And that something consisted of two words, PJ Day, okay maybe one word and an acronym.

Will wanted to do everything on the first day but he had learnt his lesson from previous summers. He always exhausted himself on the first day and ended up being burnt out for the next week, but it was not going to happen because he knew his brother was going to have a pyjama day today. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, in the 6 years they had been living with Halt, the first day of summer was always a pyjama day. He was going to join him. They had a good sibling relationship, 5 years apart was a good age gap so he didn't really annoy him and respected his choices as the older sibling but as he got older he in turn had become closer to him and they did a lot of stuff together. He was so excited for this summer.

Halt knew his adoptive kids like the back of his hand, Gilan was going to have a pj day and Will in an effort not to do what he does every year was going to join him. Yes, he thought as he sipped his coffee, today was going to be a good day.