For Roses_of_Magic who helped me develop Enzo's job!

While Stefan's dads are pretty relaxed about him hanging out with his friends, there's one rule: Wednesday nights are family dinner. No phones, no distractions. They're in the dining room of the Salvatore-St. John house, not The Grill or pizza place. Enzo cooks. Damon mixes them drinks (his son has the option of milk or juice, so exciting for a 17-year-old). Stefan does find it a little annoying, but he can accept one night where he's forced to make an appearance. At least it's a Wednesday and not the weekend.

They're settled around the table for yet another Wednesday night dinner. Enzo made tacos. Stefan is doing everything to keep himself from making a mess and not end up with a bib. He manages to catch the falling meat on his plate, taking a long sip of his milk. Damon shoots him a small smile.

"So, Bunny, anything exciting happen today?"

Stefan shakes his head, swallowing. "No." He sets the glass down. "Same old cr…stuff." He holds back an eye roll off the warning glance he gets. "Bonnie and I have a project due for French. We're probably going to head to The Grill to work on it tomorrow after school."

Damon looks over at Enzo, who merely dabs at his mouth. Stefan raises a brow.

"That's okay, isn't it? I'll be home well before dinner. I won't even spoil my appetite."

"It's not that, Bunny Boy. Of course, you can do your work with Bonnie. It's just…Papa and I have something to tell you."

Stefan sets his taco down, his forehead creasing. "Is everything okay? Are one of you hurt or sick…"

"Hey, hey, hey," Damon squeezes his hand. "We're fine, everyone is just fine." Stefan's anxiety doesn't ease. "This isn't a bad thing at all. At least we don't think so."

Stefan shifts uncomfortably. "You're not…you're not adopting another kid, right?"

Enzo quickly shakes his head. "No, nothing like that. You are the only baby we'd ever need."

For once, Stefan doesn't turn red or argue over being referred to as a baby. He knows biologically Damon is still his brother, but it's been so long since he's considered him that. His status as an only child is something coveted. Stefan never felt jealous of Enzo, because he knows that's a different relationship. There's no way he could handle splitting the attention with another sibling. Maybe that makes him selfish, but he doesn't care. He likes being the only baby.

He eases up a little. "So…what's the big news?"

"Well, as you know I've been thinking about getting a job." Stefan nods. "It really isn't much fun sitting around all day, trying to find things to do. However, I also needed something where I could either leave quickly or bring you if needed."

"Are you going to join the council with Dad?"

"Ah, no. I give your daddy credit for putting up with the Lockwoods on a weekly basis, I do not have the patience."

Damon smirks, nudging his foot beneath the table. "It is a special talent. Helps when you can make that vein in Carol's forehead pop."

Their son snorts as Enzo shakes his head with a smile on his own. "As I was saying, I don't think the political sector is for me. Alas, I have purchased a business."

Stefan tilts his head. "What is it?"

"One you're very familiar with, actually." Enzo's voice grows soft. "The Grill."

Stefan blinks. He waits for the smirk or laughter. The punchline. Neither of his fathers give him that. In fact, any humor has drained from their faces. Stefan clicks his tongue.

"Okay, funny, Papa. Now seriously. What did you buy?"

"I'm not joking," Enzo says. "Your dad and I signed the paperwork this morning."

"Wait." Stefan looks at his dad. "You both bought it?"

"Well, I need something to do when I'm not dealing with council business," Damon points out with a shrug. "I always wanted to own a bar. Your papa's better with the cooking. Plus, I have a lot of experience handling finances, I've juggled our investments for over a hundred years."

Stefan is silent. He continues to wait for some sign that this is a joke. His fathers stare at him with anxious faces. The only sound to be heard through the room is their supernatural hearts beating almost in synch.

It takes a few moments for the reality to sink over Stefan. His parents bought The Grill. One of his usual hangouts. Really, one of the few "Little space" safe locations. Stefan eats there minimum twice a week, whether with his fathers or friends. He plays pool, does his homework or projects. Stefan can goof off, occasionally get away with eating or drinking things Damon and Enzo wouldn't allow…

He tosses his fork down on the plate, folding his arms over his chest. Damon sighs.

"Now, there's the reaction I was expecting."

Enzo nods, shooting his husband a sympathetic face. "I warned you, darling."

Stefan glares at them. "Is this funny to you two?"

"Topolino, we knew this might upset you…"

"Then why do it?!"

"Hey," Damon sits up straighter, raising a brow. "Watch how you talk to your papa. You're allowed to be upset, but we're not yelling at you."

"This sucks," Stefan mutters under his breath.

"We looked into other opportunities," Enzo continues. "But this was the best one. This is such a small town and The Grill is everyone's favorite go-to. Opening another bar wouldn't go over well. Even if people came, it'd look like we were trying to steal business."

Stefan scoffs. "It wasn't even for sale."

"Roberta was looking to sell for a while but couldn't find anyone interested. She submitted it as a subject to the council to see if anyone could help. That's where I got the idea. She's getting older, it's a big undertaking."

Enzo smiles. "Safe to say, we have singlehandedly funded her retirement and move to Florida."

Stefan's lips don't budge. "Someone else would've bought it."

"We can't guarantee that. Besides, even if we let this close, our new bar would just turn into the same hangout. Or, if we didn't start our own bar, the next person may not make it safe for kids your age."

Stefan grumbles. This was part of the problem back when he and Damon lived in Chicago. There weren't many nighttime hangouts for teens. Stefan snuck out to one too many bars after being adopted. The sore bottoms and groundings weren't fun at all. It was part of the reason they moved to Mystic Falls. Stefan was only going to keep getting in trouble up there, surrounded by terrible influences. He didn't even fight Damon on the move, knowing his dad had his best interest at heart.

Still…

"This is so embarrassing," Stefan mutters. "You two are going to be watching me the entire time."

"We won't both be there always, Drama King," Damon says, shaking his head. "And even when we are, we'll stay out of your hair. Unless you're doing something you're not supposed to."

"That has to be pre-determined. You can't just decide you don't like how I'm rough housing with Matt and Tyler."

Damon rolls his eyes. "The same rules we have anywhere apply, Stefan. You're allowed to have fun with your friends." Stefan slides down further in the chair, pouting a bit. "Ya know, we did this for us, but we also did it for you too."

"Yes, because I totally asked for you to do this."

"Papa and I know how much The Grill means to you. We didn't want you to lose it. So, we stepped in. Believe it or not, we don't want to be the meanest, most embarrassing dads on the planet."

Stefan digs his foot into the throw rug beneath the table. He looks between his dads. Damon's face is a bit sterner than Enzo's, though both don't look too upset with him. He sighs, bouncing his knee.

A part of him does feel a little ungrateful. After taking on his true classification, legally, his finances had to be overseen by Damon. Luckily, his dad gave him a more than generous allowance. Stefan is given pretty much whatever he asks for (unless it's violent or impractical). While they'll be fine financially without The Grill, thanks to the Salvatore wealth set up generations before them, it's another bout of income.

It's that wealth that will keep one of his favorite places from closing. There's no way that Bonnie or Matt's families could afford this. The Mikaelsons wouldn't have thought to do it. Heaven knows the Lockwoods wouldn't care.

Stefan squirms, his body growing a little warm out of embarrassment. "I guess…I didn't think about that," he mumbles.

"I know," Enzo says, his voice not unkind. "You're just a kid. I understand this is a lot, Topolino. The Grill is one of your safe spaces. We don't wish to intrude on all that."

"We mean it that we won't go out of our way to embarrass you," Damon adds. Stefan raises a brow. His father sighs. "Alright, at least we'll try." He leans over and rubs Stefan's back. "Plus, if you drop, at least one or both of us would be there."

Stefan nods, feeling a little better. "But other than that, unless I'm doing something I'm not supposed to, you'll stay away from me?"

"Yes. We promise."

"And no calling me any nicknames." He carries on before Damon can say anything. "That includes Bunny, Topolino, Bambino, Baby Boy, Little Man, Buddy…"

"Okay, okay, okay, I understand the rest, but buddy?" Damon clicks his tongue. "Really? I mean, am I allowed to call you Stef?"

Stefan rolls his eyes as Enzo chuckles. "Dad."

Damon shrugs, a petulant look in his eyes. "What about Stefan? Is that off the table? Should I just call you Mr. Salvatore-St. John?"

"Daaadd," Stefan whines, trying not to smile. "You're being dramatic."

"Hey, I'm just trying to figure out your rules."

"Alright, alright, you can call me buddy, geez." He pokes out his tongue. "But the rest is off limits."

"Unless you've dropped," Damon barters.

Stefan waves him off. "Alright, alright. I won't care then."

"Good." Damon smiles, as if he's won the biggest prize.

Stefan looks between his dads for a moment. He holds out his arms, not caring which one picks him up. Damon reaches over and settles him onto his lap. Stefan rests his head on his shoulder, allowing his dad to caress his hair. Enzo moves so he's sitting beside him.

"Does this mean I get free food?" Stefan whispers.

Enzo chuckles. "It does."

"But will you only cook there?"

"I'm not going to be there every night. I plan on hiring a manager to help out, so I can still be there for my guys. Especially my little boy, who will always get my best food." Enzo gently pinches his cheek. Stefan merely nods. "This is your place as much as it is ours, Bambino."

"As long as I still get to see you."

"Of course." Enzo kisses his forehead. "We'll still have time for you. Just, more now."

"Can I work?"

"Absolutely not," Damon says, his voice firm.

Stefan pouts. "Matt gets to work there."

"Yeah, and he's not my son, you are. Plus, what if you dropped? It's just too dangerous."

"I can't help at all?"

Damon and Enzo exchange a long, silent look. Stefan reaches over and grabs his sippy cup, chewing on the straw as he drinks. After a few moments, Enzo speaks.

"If you want, we'll give you small things to do, alright? But no touching stoves or anything like that. Or picking up anything heavy."

"I'm a vampire. I think I can handle it."

"Those are the rules," Damon says. "And you need to ask before you touch anything."

Stefan sighs, tipping his cup a little, some droplets nearly landing on his shirt. Damon is quick to put his hand out and stop it. He fixes the cup so it's upright. "Fine."

"And if we have you hanging out there, naptime and bedtime rules still apply," Enzo adds. "We're putting in a couch, so you can sleep if needed."

"I figured as much."

"So. Think we're the worst dads in the whole world?"

Stefan pretends to think about it. Damon huffs, tickling him under the arms. Stefan giggles, kicking his legs. He drops his cup, but Enzo is quick to grab it.

"Daaaadd," Stefan makes out through a fit of laughter.

"Hmmm?" Damon asks, getting him on the tummy.

Stefan's face turns red as he snorts. "Stopppp!"

"You gonna keep being fresh?"

"Nooo!"

Damon keeps it up for a moment, but stops. Stefan catches his breath, lightly punching him in the shoulder. His dad presses a kiss to the top of his waves.

"You need to finish your dinner. Enzo, get his bib."

Stefan pulls a face. "I only spilled it because you distracted me."

"You weren't doing so hot before. I can feed you, if you'd prefer?"

He pokes out his tongue. "I can feed myself, 'm not a baby."

And still, after the Iron Man bib is strapped around his neck, he doesn't get off his dad's lap for the rest of the meal.

So, in time, we'll see how Stefan handles his dads owning The Grill, both in big and little spaces.

Next time, the family faces homophobia for the first time. Stefan may take it worse than Damon and Enzo.

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