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Max was confused.
He didn’t know how and when his fiancé’s wounded pride turned into chaos driven revenge plan involving all his friends sitting on HIS sofa shouting at him 'to connect the fucking big screen'. But they were here now.
Everything started when Lorenzo’s baby was born and for his Godfather, Lorenzo – Charles’s beloved big brother - picked… NOT Charles. The title belonged to Arthur after a long running bet between Leclerc brothers of who is going to guess the birth date right. While for Charles (who’s luck is as good as his football skills) it was just a fun game, his brothers took it very seriously, especially Arthur after his guess turned out to be correct and demanded from Lorenzo to make him the baby’s Godfather.
It was not hard to predict they fought after this exactly like siblings would; with pettiness and stubbornness that could be never matched.
After the general 'big fight' and sometime going by, the whole family (including Max) thought the issue was resolved.
Unfortunately for the Dutchman he underestimated the time needed for Charles to let go of the grudge.
So here he was, 4 years since “the baby/bet incident” and a week before christening of his newly acquired daughter (that his soon-to-be husband left for a night at his mother’s) to host… this. Whatever the fuck it was.
"Hello, everyone," Charles started, taking his place in front of the TV screen in the middle of the living room. "As you all know…" Max still did not know, but he just sat down next to Daniel with a curious look about Charles’s new scheme." ...My two brothers betrayed me once at the expense of my lovely niece and deprived her of the joy that would be me being her godfather…
Max did not like where this was going.
" So now I fear I can not appoint them with this important task when it comes to my daughter…"
NO, Max thought. This cannot be really happening.
"Therefore, as you know I decided that me and my fiancé..."
"WHOOP WHOOP" Daniel cheered and after looking at Max and his glare added a quick apology.
"…WE decided that Victoria is going to be the Godmother and you all have a chance to compete for the position of the godfather to our daughter! I sent you all an email with the guidelines for preparation so now the floor is yours…"
Max was officially terrified and no longer listening. What e-mail? Preparations? What is happening? Who the fuck decided to let the most competitive people in their lives to fight for such an important thing?!
Charles. That’s who.
He quickly turned to his fiancé who had just switched places with Daniel.
"Schatje… WHY???" He asked with a tortured voice. "Why can't it be Lorenzo, why them, why competition… Charles, my love, why didn’t you warn me…"
"Max," Charles interrupted his whining and chuckled "It’s just… We’ve been under a lot of stress lately with the season and Julie and… Basically everything" Charles took his hand and smiled softly. "We deserve a little bit of a laugh… And even more so when it’s at the expense of our favorite idiots."
Max laughed gently and looked at the brunette.
"You are lucky I love you…" He said finally with now, pretending anger.
"I know baby," whispered Charles into his ear right before the quick peck on Dutchman’s lips. "I love you too."
And with that they both turned to face Daniel who was excitedly waiting in front of the screen with the PowerPoint titled I can be your baby (god)daddy.
Shit. Max thought to himself. What did he get himself into…