"I can't believe Rob," Greg shook his head as they walked into the hotel room, "what the hell is wrong with him? What's with this sudden spiral? Why is he behaving like this?"

James hung the provided 'do not disturb' sign over the door handle and clicked the door shut, "I don't know, Greg, but shut up and kiss me," as he rushed forward and nearly shoved Greg down onto the bed, jumping on top of him and passionately kissing while fiddling with the button on his trousers, "fuck, Greg, we've just gotten married, can you believe it? I've been looking forward to this day for so long. More than twenty years we've been waiting. I can finally call you my husband. What do you say we consummate this marriage?" as James leant down and slipped his hand down the front of Greg's trousers. Greg gasped in pleasure as James slipped down his trousers and underwear and wrapped his mouth around Greg's cock; "tonight, things are going to get wild. You better be prepared," James smiled up at him.

"Oh my God, my head," James whimpered, waking up at 1:30pm on Sunday, "Greg, what the hell happened last night?"

"We might've indulged a bit too much in the minibar, and in bed," Greg muttered back, pulling the sheet over his head, "God, I feel so sick. I'll be right back," as he rushed over to the hotel room bathroom and began vomiting profusely followed by dry heaving.

"Why is my hip sore? And my jaw?" James mumbled, "bring the trashcan over here, Greg," that Greg passed him, and James rolled over and began coughing and dry heaving into it.

"If you think your hip is sore, imagine how my ass feels," Greg muttered, "it was a lot of fun last night, and we're paying for it now. Emptying the minibar and polishing off a litre bottle of whisky between the two of us, not the brightest idea,"

"Greg? Are we getting old? Is this what being old feels like?" James mumbled, rolling onto his back.

"I think so," Greg mumbled, sighing deeply, "I'm pretty sure we completely drained each other's balls last night though," he turned to James and giggled, while James groaned and clutched at his stomach. "We're 46 and 43, James, we're not going to have the same stamina that we did 20 years ago; for drinking or for sex,"

"We weren't having sex with each other twenty years ago," James groaned.

"We were drinking a lot together, and we were both dogs with the ladies," Greg grinned back, "now we're old dogs that nap in the sun spot of the living room. It's just a hangover, James, we'll be right and rearing to go by tonight again, but maybe we'll keep the drinking to a minimum. Especially, look at this video," Greg showed James a video on his phone.

"Delete that right now," James insisted.

"No way, it's adorable," Greg grinned, "I'm not deleting it, I want to keep it as a precious memory,"

"You're a jerk, Gregory Gallagher," James muttered, rolling over and looking at him, "but I still can't believe that you are my husband,"

That night, Greg was on top of James, fucking him while pulling back on his long mane and James was nearly crying out, as Greg began fucking him rougher and more violently, wrapping his hands around James' throat and squeezing from behind until feeling his body tense and then release with orgasm as he flopped down next to James soon after.

"I think we've just about shoved an entire honeymoon's worth of sex into two nights and a day," James mumbled, as they were resting on Monday morning, just before they were due to get ready to leave.

"I feel like my backside is bruised," Greg laughed.

"Me too," James laughed back, "come on, let's get dressed and out of here and go and pick up the kids. Back to the regular grind of life where we're only having sex once or twice a day,"

Greg sighed deeply and swung his legs over the side of the bed and headed off to have a shower and get dressed as James began to pack the few things they had brought. By 11am, they were back in the Mustang taking it back to Andre and Jay's house and swapping it over with their truck before leaving to get the kids, "how was the honeymoon?" Andre grinned, opening the door and letting them in, "you two look like you didn't sleep a wink,"

"We didn't, although to be fair, we didn't really leave the bed either," James laughed.

"I bet you didn't," Andre laughed back, "you two ready to go home and get some actual rest?"

"I don't think that'll be on Charlie and Tyson's agenda, but if my mom hasn't left yet, and Rob remembered to feed and water the dog, then mom can park the kids in front of the TV and we can get some actual sleep," Greg mumbled, leaning his head on James' shoulder.

"I never thought if I did have kids that I'd be the 'park your kids in front of a screen dad' but my God does it come in handy," James laughed, "Andre, as much as we'd love to stay and chat, I think Greg is about to collapse into a ball of sleep and is already zombifying in front of our very eyes. Thank you so much for loaning us the car, it was amazing, and we will catch up at the next euchre night," as they exchanged keys, Greg slowly and sleepily reached for the keys and James snatched them away, "oh, hell no are you getting behind the wheel right now. I'd rather arrive home alive, thanks," as he led Greg to the truck parked out the front of the house and Greg staggered as he clambered in, then James waved, walked around the front and drove away.

Greg was fast asleep by the time they arrived at Phil and Ryan's ten minutes later, "I'm going to go get the kids, you just rest up here," James told Greg, who mumbled incoherently back.

Ryan answered the door, "Tyson! Charlie! Dad's here!" he shouted, and they came running, "where's Greg?" Ryan looked around.

"Passed out in the passenger seat, we didn't really get any sleep. He's exhausted," James shrugged, as the kids bounded around him.

"Well, these two are well rested and pumped and energised for the day," Ryan shrugged.

"Oh, brilliant," James smiled, "what do you say?" and once the kids had thanked Ryan and Phil who popped his head out to say hello, they ran out towards the truck, "and now he'll be awake," James laughed seeing the back door open and Tyson leap into the car, shout talking at a million miles a minute. "Thankyou so much for taking care of them, I better go and stop Charlie from running out into the street, I'll see you at euchre," as he ran off to help Charlie get the door and climb on up.

"Oh, Blythe, thank God you're here," James sighed in relief as the kids bounded in ahead of him running over to the TV, "come on, hurry up," James called out to Greg who was sleepily dragging his feet across the front yard.

"Hi mom, I'm going to bed for a nap. See you in a few hours, goodnight," Greg mumbled nearly incoherently as he dumped the backpack just inside the door and staggered downstairs to the basement.

"Where's Rob?" James questioned, "the sequoia is gone,"

"He left yesterday just before lunch to meet up with some woman named Jessica-" Blythe began.

"At the bar, and I'm guessing you haven't heard a peep from him since?" James finished and Blythe nodded her head, "Blythe, I'm getting a bit worried about Rob, he's drinking more and more… every week it seems to be getting worse. Obviously, he's an adult and can do whatever he likes, but I'm getting more and more concerned that maybe he's really depressed because this only started to become an issue at all after Josie passed away, I think he's not dealing with it and it's affecting the kids," James pointed out.

"Rob and I aren't super close, James. We had a lot of… disagreements when it came to Greg growing up and we grew apart. I don't see him very often at all, in fact the only reason I'm here now was to attend the wedding, I'm going to be moving into a rental in Toledo in a few days," Blythe pointed out, "I'm not going to be the person to ask about an intervention,"

"Great, well do you think you could watch your grandkids for a while? Just while I go and catch up on some sleep, I'm absolutely exhausted as well as Greg," James asked, "just for a couple of hours,"

"Yeah, of course," Blythe answered, and James nodded his head, before staggering sleepily down the basement steps.

A couple of hours later, Greg woke up to James' phone on the bedside table with 'unknown number' pop up on the screen and answered it to prevent James' from waking up "James Gallagher's phone," he mumbled down the line.

"Who the hell is James Gallagher?" the infuriated woman on the other end of the line demanded and Greg frowned.

"You're the one who called! Who the hell are you? This is James Gallagher's phone," Greg snapped down the phone line.

"Who is that?" James mumbled, waking up and rolling over, and Greg shrugged and showed him that it said; 'unknown number' and he'd just told the person on the other line that it was James' phone. James took the cell phone in his hand and mumbled into it, "hello?" and then the colour drained from James' face, "mom, mom, stop," as Greg's eyes grew wide in regret and he mouthed 'I'm so sorry' to which James just shook his hand, "mom, mom, calm down. Yes, I did get married again… I know I should've told you, but it was just a very tiny wedding, where are you calling from? I'm sorry again… hello?" James shook his head, "she hung up,"

"I'm so sorry, James, I thought that it might've been the hospital or something," Greg mumbled in embarrassment as James shook his head.

"I'm not angry at you, they just won't leave me the hell alone. Well, they know I'm married now, nothing we can do about that," James comforted Greg who was shaking slightly with nerves.

Upstairs, Shady the Rottweiler was barking and there was a crash at the door, and loud slurred shouting, before they heard Charlie and Tyson shout out; "grandad's back!"

"10:30pm, right on schedule," Greg muttered, standing up and pulling on a hoodie and walking upstairs, James right on his heels. "Why are the kids still up?" Greg demanded of his mother who was asleep on the couch, "it's 10:30! Kids, go brush your teeth and hop in bed," as they started heading upstairs.

"They're your kids, Greg, your responsibility to get them to bed," Blythe mumbled, laying back down on the couch.

"Granddad's home!" Rob shouted, barely able to stand.

"I'll deal with you in a minute," Greg pointed at Rob, "and what the fuck is on TV? What were they watching? Is that… 'Scarface?'" Greg shouted in horror.

"You- where the hell have you been? You can't just disappear all day and go and get drunk! What about your job? Have they fired you yet?" Greg pointed at Rob.

"Shut up, Greg, this is my goddamn house, I can do what I fucking want here," Rob shouted back louder, "come on in Samantha, watch the dog and my crazy fucking nephew and his husband,"

"No! Rob, we've been over this!" James came and stood next to Greg, "you can't keep bringing strangers into our home with mine and Greg's kids in here, you can't do that!"

"You," Greg pointed at Blythe, "get out of our house, showing two little kids 'Scarface', what the hell is wrong with you? You," he pointed at Rob, "go away until you sober up because you're scaring the kids, and you," he pointed at Samantha, "go back to whatever street corner you came from,"

"Oh look, the fucking united front, aren't you? Well, what the fuck are you going to do about it, boys? You fucking hypocritical queers, like the two of you aren't fucking so much that your assholes are probably about to fall out! Come on, Samantha, move it, boys! I'm paying by the hour here!" as Rob shoved past them and staggered upstairs with the scantly clad woman trailing behind him.

"Fuck this! Fuck you, Rob!" James shouted up at him barely able to keep his footing as he nearly crawled upstairs, flipping Greg and James the middle finger as he did so, "I'm going to go and get the kids, they're not going to be exposed to this, they can sleep downstairs," and Greg nodded, as James went and brought the kids down to the main stairs, "we're all going to go sleep down in the basement tonight, how does that sound?" Greg smiled and the kids excitedly grinned and nodded, while James scooped up Shady and they headed down into the basement.

"Thank God it's an Alaskan King-sized bed," James mumbled, looking over at the two kids and the Rottweiler sleeping on the bed. "I'm looking up rehabs and other things we can do for Rob. He's going to surely lose his job any day now, and he's burning through all his money on alcohol and hookers. He needs help, do you think he'd qualify for a 5150 just so we can get a few days to organise something?"

"No," Greg shook his head, "although, to be honest I'm totally out of ideas, but he can't be put under a 5150 unless he is a danger to himself or someone else, can we make him go to rehab? Or at least get some therapy or something, because this is just getting ridiculous now, we're living day to day having no idea what he's going to be like the next day,"

The next morning, Greg and James were woken up early by the kids, claiming that they were hungry, "right, well, we can't have that, can we?" Greg walked upstairs, with the kids, James and Shady following him, "oh what the fuck!" Greg shouted, looking around him at the entire ground floor of the house having been completely trashed, "Rob!" Greg shouted.

"He's gone, Greg, he's taken the Chevy and left," James stuck his head out the door.

"That's it, I can't take this anymore," Greg stormed into the kitchen away from the kids and called the police, "hello? My name is Gregory Gallagher, and I want to report my husband's truck as stolen,"