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1. MRS HUNTER 

Christopher loved science. It was his favourite subject in school and he was good at it. There were lots of things he could contribute to his love of science. Star Wars, Star Trek, the Van De Graaff generator he was shown once in elementary school and then spent the following three weeks telling everyone he met about how he saw his teacher's hair stand up on end when she touched it.

If you asked him to name just one reason why he loved science so much, the answer is really very simple.

Buck.

For as long as Christopher has known Buck, he has known that bananas are technically berries. He has known that a day on Venus is longer than a year on Venus. He still remembers the loud laugh he let out when Buck told him that during winter hibernation some turtles breathe out of their butts. 

It became his favourite thing to do, find the wildest science fact to tell Buck knowing that the man would respond with excitement and enthusiasm. If Buck knew more about the topic he would bundle Christopher onto his lap and talk so passionately about it with Chris until the two of them were totally engrossed in their own world. If Buck had questions then it wasn’t long until the two of them were huddled over Buck's phone on google learning all about it while his dad was in the background complaining about Chris stealing his friend.

Buck might have been his dad’s friend, but he was his buck first.

Christopher’s fascination with science grew with every month that passed. Every visit to the science museum and every documentary he watched only made him love science more and more. Every science fair and every project that he put his heart and soul into only fuelled him. His ribbons and medals were displayed proudly throughout the house, his first ever first place ribbon had been on the fridge since the day he brought it home.

The only thing he hated about science? 

Mrs Hunter.

His science teacher for this semester. 

Christopher doesn’t mean to brag, and he’s not a teacher's pet (he’s not!), but he’s never had an issue with a teacher not liking him before. He’s smart, charming, focused. He works hard and knows when he can and can’t get away with laughing with his friends in class.

None of that matters to Mrs Hunter though. She took one look at Christopher and decided he wasn’t cut out for science. She sees his hands shake slightly when he’s pouring liquids and solutions into beakers and writes him off - ignoring the fact he moves slower so he can be more precise and avoid actually spilling anything. She sees the way he has Lewis handle the scalpels when they’re taking cell samples to look at under the microscope and scoffs to herself.

Christopher knows that hate is a strong word.

He doesn’t care.

He hates her.

Christopher’s not an insecure kid. He knows he’s different and can't do some things the same way as everyone else, but he can do them. He can ride a skateboard. He can go down a fireman’s pole. He can study science.

What happened is really not his fault. 

The iodine had been a safe distance from the end of the science bench, and it’s very common knowledge that Christopher has crutches that he rests beside him when sitting down. Mrs Hunter frowns at them every time she sees them so he knows she’s very aware of them.

Christopher jumped when his crutches clattered to the ground, but it was the loud shout of his teacher that caused the colour to drain from his face. When she had tripped over his crutches she had lurched forward into the table, causing the small beaker of iodine to fall and spill. When she stood, she had a deep brown stain down her front.

Lewis immediately stood and grabbed paper towels to clean the table, both boys knowing it would only stain the table and floor if left. Christopher made to stand too but the sound of his stool scraping back had Mrs Hunter looking up at him with her eyes blazing.

“Christopher, we’ve talked about those crutches of yours. They need to be kept by the wall.” She snapped. The classroom went silent and Chris felt his heart sink. 

“I need them.” He replied fiercely, “I can’t have them halfway across the room. My dad spoke to the school about it and they agreed.”

Mrs Hunter's frown deepened, “Well I think we will need to have another chat about them. A science lab is no place for a child like you.”

Christopher physically recoiled.

“Hey, you can’t say that!” Lewis stepped in beside him, anger on his face. Christopher saw a couple of his other friends stand to be beside him. He smiled thankfully at Grace when she handed him his crutches, he wilted again under his teachers harsh glare.

“Christopher’s the smartest in the class, he’s the best at science.” Nathan continued, “It’s your fault for not watching where you were going.” 

Mrs Hunter's nostrils flared, “How dare you-“

“No, how dare you! You can’t tell Christopher what he can and can’t do.” Lewis continued. Chris loved his friends.

She sneered before standing straight, “Clean this up, Christopher you will be staying back after class to talk about classroom safety.”

Now Christopher’s not proud of it, but when he hid his phone under the table and texted the group chat with his dad and Buck saying one of his teachers was being ableist, he could only feel relief when Buck replied to his message with I’m already on my way.

When the bell rang, Christopher stayed seated. He grimaced a smile at his friends as they sent him worried glances as they filed out. Lewis gripped his shoulder briefly and muttered under his breath that he would be outside. When the last person had filed out, his teacher had barely opened her mouth before a knock at the door interrupted her.

Christopher perked up when he saw Buck perched in the door frame standing tall with his arms crossed. Christopher’s chest filled with warmth even though Buck's eyes were hard and his mouth was pulled into a thin line - Christopher knew that was the fierce protectiveness running through him.

“Can I help you?” Mrs Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow at the stranger.

Buck nodded and took a step into the classroom, lifting one arm slightly, Christopher already halfway across the room to him, ready to melt into his side. Buck gripped him tightly and squeezed him closer.

“Yeah, I’m one of Christopher’s guardians. I believe you have an issue you need to discuss with us?” Buck spoke, his voice serious and his eyes narrowed on the woman, “Of course, we would prefer a scheduled meeting alongside the headmaster if you have any concerns.” 

Mrs Hunter soured, “I only wished to speak to Christopher about classroom safety.” She explained, but her voice was clipped. Christopher could see the irritation on her face. 

“Christopher,” Buck asked, looking at him with concern, “Were you hurt?”

“No,” Chris assured, seeing the worry on Buck's face, “Mrs Hunter tripped over my crutches.”

Buck raised an eyebrow, “Did she apologize?”

A strangled noise escaped his teacher, "Apologise?" She scoffed, “He should know better than to block the walkway.”

Christopher felt every muscle in Buck's body tense. He almost felt bad for Mrs Hunter… almost. 

Buck's eyes scanned the classroom, took note of the science benches and stools set far apart from each other with at least 1.5 metres between each workbench, “Blocked the walkway? His crutches take up no space at all.” 

“They were sprawled out-“

“They were not!” Christopher jumped in angrily, “They were upright beside me as they always are.”

“Listen-“

“Mrs Hunter, is it?” Buck interrupted, his jaw clenched, “It seems to me you’ve held Christopher back from attending his next class to berate him about his abilities in this classroom.”

Mrs Hunter recoiled, “Excuse me, I did no such thing!”

Buck hummed, “Really? Because the way I see it, no child should ever feel so intimidated by their teacher that they need to call for back up.” He spoke, “I’ll be stopping by the office on my way out to set up a meeting with yourself, the board, and his father. You can tell us about your ableist views then.”

Christopher glared at her as she scrambled for a response.

“Let’s go Chris, the office will write you a note for your next class.” Buck said softly, guiding him out - but not before throwing a glare over his shoulder at the woman.

When the door shut behind them, Chris threw his arms around Buck and squeezed, “Thank you.” He mumbled, his voice muffled by his shirt. Buck held him tightly, and buried his head into Christopher’s hair.

“Always,” he replied, standing once Chris had pulled back, “Why don’t you and Lewis head to your next class. I’ll get the office to let your teacher know why you're both late.” 

Christopher turned and saw Lewis against the opposite wall waiting for him, “Thanks for staying.” He said with a small grin, holding a hand out for a fist bump.

Lewis grinned back, “Wanted to hear her get put in her place,” he shrugged, before he let his grin drop, “Seriously though, it’s not okay she spoke to you like that.”

“I know.” He agreed.

Buck smiled, “Don’t worry about it too much, she won’t be around much longer if I have anything to say about it.”

Christopher couldn’t help but grin. He thanked Buck again before heading off to his next class with Lewis.

Three days later, the day after his dad and Buck both attended a meeting with the Headmaster, School Board, and Mrs Hunter, Christopher along with his other classmates watched as she walked through the hallways with a cardboard box in her hands.

Rumors had spread all morning that she had been let go. Christopher didn’t believe it at first but then Grace told him that she had heard from her sister that there had been multiple other reports against Mrs Hunter for ableism and discrimination. This was the final nail in her teaching career.

When she passed Christopher in the hallway she sneered, “Just because you have a guard dog does not mean you’ll ever make it studying science.” she snapped. Multiple students glared at her and he saw Lewis and Nathan about to step forward but he took the step instead.

Christopher shrugged and smiled at her, “He’s my dad actually, he taught me I can do anything and I hate to break it to you,” he paused, “but I'm damn good at science.” 

Chuckles and agreements rang from his surrounding friends and Lewis clapped him on the shoulder proudly. She grumbled as she walked out, no doubt cursing him and his crutches. Christopher could only hope she remembered him when she was old and used a walker to get around.

2. MR AND MRS PEARSON

A new boy had joined Christopher’s year almost two months ago now. He was cool, his name was Isaac and he used to live in Abilene so it didn’t take long for them to click over being Texas boys. Isaac still had the strong Texan accent and Christopher knew for a fact he had more cowboy hats than school books.

It took all of three days for Isaac to fall into step with Christopher and his group of friends. By that first weekend they had been invited over to break in their new cinema room and by the end of Guardians of the Galaxy 2 they had cemented him as one of their own.

Today Christopher and his friends were going camping for Isaac’s sixteenth birthday and Christopher had been looking forward to it since it was first mentioned a few weeks ago. His dad had met Isaac’s parents a few times by now, but Buck had not.

“Are you sure they’ve done their research on this place?” Buck had asked when he arrived that morning, not even a second through the front door. His nose was buried in his phone and Christopher could only roll his eyes when he saw his dads fond smile.

“Yes Buck,” Christopher agreed, “They’ve done their research, Mrs Pearson even phoned the campground to make sure the website information about accessibility was up to date and correct.”

Buck hummed, “Maybe I should phone just in case, what if she didn't ask the correct questions?” Buck said aloud, “You know, maybe I should come with you guys when you get dropped off so I can talk to them about it.”

Chris snorted, “Buck, it’s gonna be fine.” He dropped his bag by the door and raised an eyebrow as Buck eyed it.

“Do you have everything you need? Did your dad-“ He started.

“Yes Buck,” Eddie interrupted with a smile, “He’s packed enough underwear to last him the winter  and I’ve asked all the usual questions.”

Buck slumped slightly, “Okay but what about your shoes? Are they good with grip? I read a review that the rocks could be quite slippery on the trails-“

“We’re not going hiking through the mountains, Buck, we’re not even setting up a tent. We’ve booked cabins in an actual campground and we’re gonna sit around a campfire and toast smores.” Christopher chuckled, “My shoes are fine.”

Buck frowned but acquiesced, holding his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. I believe you… but I’m still coming along. I made snickerdoodles and I want to make sure no one has any allergies.” He said, his tone final.

Chris couldn’t stop the snort of amusement that escaped him, and he saw his dad shaking his head fondly. They packed up Christopher’s bag into his dads truck and the three of them headed towards Isaac’s.

Christopher hadn’t been camping before, and he knew it wasn’t traditional camping in a tent (an accommodation not made for him, but with him in mind - not that his friends were complaining. Bunk beds were fun.) but the excitement rolled off him in waves.

He knew Isaac had plans for scary stories at the fire, and water activities at the lake (they had accessible water surfing!!). Christopher loved the water, he remembered his fear vividly following the tsunami a few years ago, but Buck and his dad both helped him get back in the water.

Plus, as he got older his physical therapist had recommended a lot of water based activities that could help his CP. He did hydrotherapy for a few months and regularly goes swimming. His dad had even taken him to a kayaking class a few years ago that had adapted kayaks and canoes.

Christopher didn’t pay much attention to his dad and Buck as they headed towards Isaac’s. He was scrolling through his phone, knowing service was going to be spotty for the next few days. He distantly heard them talking about their plans for the weekend, Christopher wasn’t surprised to hear them agree to spending it together.

What’s new?

When they pulled up to his friend's house, Christopher could already see Isaac, Lewis, Nathan and Hunter gathered around the front door. Mr and Mrs Pearson were packing the cars, Mrs Pearson throwing a wave at them as they got out the truck.

“Chris!” Isaac grinned, greeting him on the path, “Hey Mr Diaz, Hey Buck!” 

Buck was a legend among his friends, not that his dad wasn’t, but the whole Mrs Hunter thing had his friends idolising his firefighter parents even more. Christopher would never let on in front of his friends, but he couldn’t help the pride that would settle in his chest when he saw his friends get a bit star struck in front of his dad and Buck.

Even if he is quick to turn to his friends and remind them that his dad irons his socks and Buck cries at baby birds flying the nest for the first time.

“Hey Isaac, excited for your birthday?” Buck asked, his eyes scanning the yard and stopping on the vehicles for a second. Christopher could only imagine what insane questions Buck was cooking up. If he hears Buck ask when they last went in for a service he might ban him from ever dropping him off anywhere again.

“Yeah! This weekend's gonna be great, we managed to get a projector that my dad thinks he can rig up against the side of the cabin!” Isaac told them, leading them towards his parents, “We’ve got the spider-man trilogy set up to go.”

Christopher snorted at the over exaggerated wink Isaac sent him, knowing they had agreed on horror movies for tomorrow night.

Isaac quickly introduced Buck to his parents before directing Eddie and Chris to the second car so Eddie could put Christopher’s bag in the back. Christopher watched in amusement as his dad struggled playing tetris with the bags. 

His dad finally managed to make it fit and he turned to Christopher with a raised eyebrow, “Buck send you his old packing checklist from his travelling the country days or something? What else is even in there?” His dad asked.

Christopher shrugged, “Stole one of Bucks hoodies in case it gets cold,” he pointedly ignores the way his dads eyes softened, “plus I stole like three multipack bags of crisps from the cupboard before we left.”

His dad rolled his eyes but huffed a laugh, “You know if you’ve stolen Buck’s cheetos he will drive to the campsite to get them back right.”

Chris grinned, “Tell him to bring more snickerdoodles and I might consider giving them back.”

His dad laughed, “Yeah, okay kid.” He reached out and ruffled Christopher’s hair, the boy quick to duck and narrow his eyes at his dad. Eddie held his hands up in defense, “Right sorry, not in front of your friends, I forgot you were too cool for Buck and I now. What’s he doing anyway?” His dads gaze swung round to find Buck.

Christopher couldn’t help the amused smirk rise on his face as he watched Mr and Mrs Pearson converse with Buck. He could see Bucks mouth moving a mile a minute, his hands wide and gesturing as he spoke. Mr and Mrs Pearson were both staring at him wide eyed and overwhelmed, the cooler in Mr Pearson's hands halfway into the trunk of the other vehicle, frozen midair.

Mrs Pearson was doing a better job at dealing with hurricane Buck than her husband. She was nodding along and trying to smile, opening her mouth every so often to answer a question only for Buck to bulldoze onto the next.

Mr Pearson was looking at Buck like he was speaking a foreign language, his mouth parted in disbelief and his hand twitching towards his phone like he was about to ask Siri to open a translator.

“I think you should go save them,” Christopher said, turning to his dad who was watching the interaction with barely concealed laughter, “Mrs Pearson looks like she’s going to cry.”

His dad snorted, “He’s not that bad.”

“You just find it endearing.” Chris replied.

His dad flushed, “I do not.” He denied, avoiding Christopher’s eyes. 

Christopher just raised an eyebrow at his dad. Eddie looked between Christopher and Buck before sighing, “Yeah okay, I’ll drag him away.” He acquiesced, “Not because I’m endeared, but because I guess you do want to get on the road before the worst of the traffic hits.”

“Preferably today, yes.” Chris agreed, his small smirk growing. He walked beside his dad as they approached Buck to interrupt. Buck was in the middle of a rant about the dangers of splinters from the wooden cabins by the time they reached him.

“Buck,” Eddie spoke, breaking through his words, “Time to say goodbye.”

Christopher could see the relief in Mrs Pearson's face as her shoulders slumped, she turned to Buck with a polite smile, “Don’t worry Mr Buckley, we’ve got everything considered,” she reassured him, “and thank you for the snacks!”

Buck grinned, letting hands drop back down to his sides, “Oh no worries, let me know what you think of them, I can pass the recipe on.” Buck replied, “You know it was actually our captain who-“

“Buck,” Eddie raised an eyebrow but he was smiling fondly, “maybe you can finish your story on Sunday when they are back? I think the roads are going to get bad pretty soon.”

Buck snapped his fingers, “You’re right! I don’t want to keep you for any longer. The boys must be desperate to go.” 

From the looks of it, so was Mr Pearson. He still wore a slightly shell shocked expression as Buck spoke. He was almost cautious of how much energy Buck was radiating.

“We are,” Christopher chimed in, “Thanks for coming along Buck.” 

“Course Buddy!” He replied, already pulling Christopher into a hug, “Send pictures yeah? I heard there’s meant to be a lot of cool wildlife up that way. I saw on National Geographic-“

“I will!” Christopher replied, squeezing Buck tighter before letting go. He turned to his dad and hugged him quickly, “Bye!” 

Eddie laughed but nodded, “Bye mijo, have the best time.”. He turned to Isaac’s parents, “Thank you for taking them, if you need anything please do just call.”  

“We will, Mr Diaz. Thank you.” Mrs Pearson replied, smiling brightly. 

Eddie nodded and ushered Buck towards the truck. Buck waved enthusiastically over his shoulder causing Christopher to grin. He waved back, his chest warm. Christopher turned back just in time to see Mr Pearson blink back to life.

“Wow,” he chuckled breathily, shaking his head, “I know it’s his job but your carer is very thorough.” 

Carer.

Technically, sure? Buck definitely helps take care of him, but he’s no Carla. Of course, Buck did introduce them to Carla so he does have him to thank for giving him the best carer in LA. 

The thought of Buck as his carer almost made him laugh, before the thought fully settled in his head. Carla picks him up from school. Buck does that when he can. Carla looks after him when his dads working, but if Bucks off shift then he automatically steps in. Carla cooks him dinners, Buck loves to cook him dinners.

That’s just parenting.

Christopher shook his head, “That’s my dad.” He said with a shrug.

Mr Pearson's face fell into obvious confusion, “I thought Eddie was-“

Mrs Pearson's quick jab into his side and pointed look didn’t go unnoticed by Christopher. He fought the urge to laugh.

Mr Pearson jumped and rubbed his side, giving his wife a confused look before his eyes widened, “Oh, Oh!!” He grinned, “Yes, right! I see. Cool, very cool. Just… yeah, cool. Good.” 

Christopher couldn’t help the snicker escape him as he watched Mrs Pearson close her eyes in exasperation.

“Chris, come on, what seat are you claiming!?” Isaac called from behind him. He turned to see the group of boys gathered around the second car and eagerly waiting to pile in. He smiled at Isaac’s parents before turning to walk towards his friends.

He heard a soft smack behind him, “Seriously? We’ve been in LA for months now!” Mrs Pearson hissed.

“What?” Mr Pearson replied, “They’re my first gay couple, I forgot!”

Christopher didn’t feel the need to correct them.

3. HARRY AND RAVI

Christopher wasn’t sure if the headache that was building behind his eyes was from the bright lights or the overwhelming antiseptic smell. His body ached, the waiting room chair hard and uncomfortable. The plastic squeaked every time he moved and one of the legs must’ve been shorter than the others because he wobbled every time he leant to far to his left.

Despite that, Christopher wouldn’t want to be anywhere else - well, obviously he would prefer for Buck not to be in the hospital, but that was unavoidable. It had been too long since Buck was last admitted for anything, Christopher wondered if Buck had a voucher that was expiring or something.

That’s not fair, he knows Buck would much rather not be here either.

Christopher had got the call from his dad almost three hours ago now, and Carla hadn’t hesitated to bring him to the hospital. When he had arrived he was met with an unfortunately familiar sight - the 118 piled into the waiting room. Turnout jackets shed and left on the backs of chairs as they awaited the fate of their colleague…their family.

Buck has been out of surgery for about an hour now, and the nurse had assured them that he was going to be okay, but Christopher wasn’t leaving until he saw Buck. The only other place he would rather be than this chair in the waiting room is the chair at Bucks bedside.

His dad had calmed down a lot since the doctor had spoken to them. He was still wired, pacing the floors of the waiting room and biting at his fingernails nervously. They should be opening his room to visitors shortly - they were just getting him settled and weaning him off the anaesthesia.

The 118 should invent rebar repellent, first the bar through Chimneys head (which Christopher was horrified to find out about when he was old enough) and now this. A ragged metal rod pierced right through Buck's abdomen when the floor collapsed.

Christopher’s head snapped up when the door swung open, his eyes zeroed in on the familiar nurse that had been relaying updates about Buck’s condition. He sat up straighter and readied himself to move if they were given the all clear to go see him.

“Mr Diaz?” The nurse called, her eyes already focused on his dad. She wore a warm smile and Christopher saw the way his dad relaxed slightly.

Christopher still remembers the day he found out his dad was Buck’s medical proxy. Seeing Buck in his coma after the lightning strike had been hard, it was a memory Christopher wished he could forget. The thought of Buck lying unresponsive and covered in tubes still haunted Christopher’s occasional nightmares.

He remembers how hard his dad took it, the way he struggled to be in the same room as Buck, seeing him like that too painful. Christopher remembers how his dad used to stare at anything except Buck with tears in his eyes, trying to hide the fact he was seconds away from breaking.

“Is he awake?” His dad asked, letting his hands drop to his sides. His dads hair was a mess, the once neat gel now loosened by the hands running through it constantly. Chris could see the slightest of a tremble in his dads hand - one you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for it.

“Almost, he’s coming too. If we can limit visitors to two at a time for the moment?” She asked, waiting for Eddie to nod before continuing, “Thank you, visiting hours are until 9pm, spouses and emergency contacts are able to stay. The doctor will be round shortly to update you on the next steps of Mr Buckley's healing. He’s in room 306.”

Eddie sighed in relief, “Thank you,” he replied, before turning to the team, “Maddie, Chim, you want to go through first?” he asked. Christopher could tell his dad was desperate to be the first one at Bucks bedside. 

“Why don’t you two head through,” Chim said as he stood, turning to help Maddie stand, “I’ll wait here. Buck’s been through enough, can’t subject him to mine being one of the first faces he sees.”

Eddie huffed a laugh, “You sure?”

“Of course.” He nodded.

Eddie nodded, his shoulders slumping, he turned to Christopher and gently grasped his shoulder, “I’ll come get you shortly so you can see him, yeah?” 

Chris ignored the slight sting in his eyes as he nodded, “Please.” he replied, his voice slightly hoarse. He hadn’t cried yet, but now that he knew Buck was waking up he felt the wave of relief creep up on him. His dads eyes softened and he nodded, squeezing his shoulder gently before letting go and leading Maddie towards Buck's room.

Christopher was too young to fully remember what Buck was like after his leg was crushed under the fire engine. He remembers the fear he felt when his dad sat him down and told him Buck wouldn’t be able to run about with him for a while.

He remembers the way he nodded along as his dad explained that a firetruck had hurt Buck’s leg and he was a bit slower than usual. 

Christopher remembers seeing Buck with his crutches for the first time, and the way excitement had built in his chest as he raced towards his Buck, a bright exclamation of “We match!!” bursting out of him.

Christopher recalls asking Buck if he knew how to use them or if he wanted Christopher to teach him since he was an expert. Buck had done a pretty good job of keeping cheerful, even if looking back on it now Christopher can see how much it affected him to be off his feet.

Christopher knew Buck was probably going to leave here in a few days with strict instructions not to overdo it - which basically meant it was going to be Christopher and his dads job to keep him entertained during recovery.

Hen rose first, “I’m going to head to the cafeteria, grab a coffee, does anyone want anything?” she asked. There were some soft murmurs of coffee requests but Chris shook his head. He watched Hen head off, Chim following as he mentioned making a call.

Christopher, despite knowing he deserved to be here, felt wildly out of place with just Harry and Ravi. He grew up with Harry so it wasn’t like he was a stranger, but seeing him in the same uniform they used to idolise their parents for wearing as kids was strange.

Chris doesn’t know Ravi super well, but he knows Buck has a soft spot for him. Harry drafted them into the same minecraft server so he also knows that Ravi has a particular hatred for minecraft pigs if the jail he built for them is anything to go by.

“Do you think we should get a scoreboard?” Harry spoke first, breaking the silence, “Or do you think Buck would make it into a competition?”

Ravi snorted, “I feel like that’s tempting fate.” 

Harry looked at him with a straight face, “Buck got struck by lightning, fates already tempted.” 

Chris huffed a quiet laugh, “What is he? One in a million? How many people are that unlucky.” he asked, playing with his fingers in his lap.

“Right! Like, what do you mean he got crushed by a firetruck, caught in a tsunami, and struck my lightning.” Harry replied, shaking his head in disbelief, “I think my worst injury so far was when I dropped the dumbbell on my toe in the station gym.”

“So far.” Ravi agreed with an amused smile, “There’s time.”

Christopher chuckled, “Injuries love Buck.” He mused, “Don’t forget the embolism, that was fun.” He winced at the memory, Karen had tried to shield the kids from the worst of it, but Chris still remembers the blood spilling out Bucks mouth before people rushed towards him.

“Yeah…” Harry sat back, “Wouldn’t be Buck without worrying his little siblings huh?” 

Christopher’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion, “Little siblings?” he echoed. As far as he knew it was only Buck and Maddie. Of course Christopher knew that Bobby was a father figure towards Buck, so he supposed that does make May and Harry like his little siblings.

Harry shrugged, “Yeah, you know, big brother Buck.” he said, gesturing around the three of them like it was obvious.

“Does that make you like my… step uncle?” Chris asked, a weird look on his face.

Harry blanched, “What are you talking about?” he asked, slightly horrified.

Christopher tilted his head slightly, “Dude, Bucks not my big brother, he’s like my dad.” he explained, like it was obvious, “He’s been raising me for years.”

Harry and Ravi shared a slightly wide eyed look.

“Woah, I mean we all knew it, but I didn’t think you also thought that.” Ravi said, leaning back in his chair.

Christopher shrugged, “I didn’t know you thought of him as a big brother.” he pointed out.

Ravi rolled his eyes, “He has unfortunately, against my will, fallen into that category. He chased me with a chainsaw dude.” 

Chris raised an eyebrow, “Is that a particularly brotherly thing to do?” he asked.

Ravi stared at him, mouth slightly parted before shaking his head and turning to Harry, “If you had a chainsaw would you chase May?” he asked.

“Oh absolutely, hell yeah, I’d jump at the chance.” Harry replied enthusiastically, a bright grin taking over his face. Ravi looked back at Chris and motioned a hand towards him like see? 

Chris hummed. He could never imagine Buck chasing him with a chainsaw. Buck still tells Christopher not to run with scissors.

It was quiet for a second before Harry spoke again, “I don’t think I’m old enough to be your uncle.” He said, staring at the ceiling in thought.

Chris looked at him deadpan, “So you’re abandoning me?” He asked, “Wow, my own uncle doesn’t want me.”

Ravi snickered as Harry turned to Chris with wide offended eyes, “We used to get babysat together.” Harry exclaimed.

“No, no it’s fine. I’m unwanted by my step uncle, it’s nothing. I’m sure no family trauma will come from this.” Chris continued, a small amused smirk rising on his face as Harry turned to Ravi with slight panic.

Ravi rolled his eyes and batted Harry away, he turned to Christopher with a smirk of his own, “I think I know which parent you get your dramatics from.” he pointed out.

Christopher beamed.

“Wait…” Harry spoke again, “Sorry to bring it up but why did you go to Texas when you could have went to Buck?”

Christopher winced slightly, “I was angry, I wanted to hurt my dad in a way, I guess.” He admitted, “Buck would have made me talk to him.”

Ravi raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that the whole reason you and your dad managed to work it out? Talking?”

Chris narrowed his eyes, “He would have made me talk before I was ready.” He replied, before sighing and sitting back, “Texas was okay, and it gave me the time I needed to process what happened, but…”

“You wouldn’t do it again?” Harry asked.

“Hindsight’s 20/20,” Christopher said simply with a frown, before shrugging, “but I’ve failed every eye test I’ve ever had so..”

Ravi and Harry both burst into laughter, completely breaking the slight tension that had begun to build. Christopher’s smile grew and he chuckled along.

Once they stopped laughing, Harry looked at Christopher with a quizzical look, “Is Buck a good dad? He seems like he’d be a good dad. I’ve never seen him pass up an opportunity to see you.” 

Chris smiled softly, “He’s a great dad.” he confirmed.

Harry returned the smile, "Bobby's a great dad too.”

Christopher forgets that for the past eight years Bobby has basically been raising Buck as his own. Christopher loves Bobby, it’s no surprise Buck takes after his father.

Ravi looked between the two with a straight face, “I feel left out.” He frowned, “Do I need to adopt a 118 dad? I don’t think I can look at Chimney like a dad. Can I have Hen? A 118 mom?”

“Am I fostering again?” Hen's voice suddenly interrupted, she joined them with a coffee in one hand and a raised eyebrow looking between the three.

“Hen,” Ravi started, “You would never chase me with a chainsaw right?”

Hen hummed, “Depends on the day.” she replied, lifting the coffee cup to her mouth.

Harry and Christopher cackled at the offended look on Ravi's face.

A gentle hand on Christopher’s shoulder caused him to look up, his laughter slowing as he met his dads eyes. His dad was smiling down at him, looking between the four of them fondly, “Buck’s awake, you want to see him? He’s asking for you.”

Christopher nodded. He stood slowly and followed after his dad down the corridor. He knew Buck was going to be okay, he could tell simply by how relaxed his dad was. His face was a lot brighter than earlier, and the worry lines across his forehead had soothed out.

Christopher still felt the wave of emotion build under his skin the closer he got to the door. When his dad opened the door and his eyes found Bucks, his lip wobbled. Tears welled in his eyes as he scanned Buck head to toe in the hospital bed.

“Hey bud.” Buck said softly, his voice weak but his eyes bright. He smiled softly and lifted the arm on his injured side. Christopher immediately barreled towards him, tucking himself into Buck’s side carefully.

“Hey Buck.” He replied, his voice a broken whisper as he screwed his eyes shut. A little sniffle escaped him and he felt Bucks arm tighten slightly.

“I’m okay,” Buck promised quietly, “Can’t get rid of me yet.”

Christopher only held on tighter, “I’m not trying to.” He mumbled.

4. MADDIE

As predicted, Buck was bored out of his mind. It was week seven of his recovery and not only was he not back to work - he hadn’t gone home. It was standard, normal… expected, for Buck to come home with the Diaz’s after a hospital visit.

He needed help and supervision (even if he insisted he was fine) and Christopher’s dad was more than happy to bundle Buck up and bring him home to dote on and look after.

The first week had been rough for Buck, he was on bed rest, only able to get around in a wheelchair. Christopher couldn’t even offer to get his from the cupboard and propose races to keep Buck entertained because Buck winced with every movement. Eddie had been glued to Bucks side since the second they brought him home.

The following weeks were better. Slowly Buck was able to stand, not straight, but he could stand. He was stubborn and refused to use the chair for longer than needed, instead choosing to hobble everywhere. Christopher completely gets it, the freedom he has with his crutches is second to none. 

As the weeks went on, Buck improved. Despite how desperate he was to get back out there, he didn’t over do it. He was healing nicely and was on track to be back to work in a few weeks.

As much as Buck could not stop talking about going back to work, whenever anyone brought up when he was going back to his house he went quiet. Christopher remembers the first time. Hen and Karen had come over to check on him and Hen had innocently asked the question.

Buck and Eddie had shared a loaded look, before Buck chuckled nervously, “I guess whenever Eddie gets sick of me.” he had said.

Christopher remembers his dad rolling his eyes but smiling, “Not gonna happen bud, you're welcome here till you're ready.” His dad had said, “However long that takes, no rush.”

Every time the topic was brought up it was immediately brushed off. Some form of excuse about taking it slow or not rushing back. It’s nice to have an extra pair of hands around the house. The couch would feel lonely without one of them sleeping on it (Eddie had only slept on the couch two nights before Buck asked him to share).

Christopher was glad they had brought him to their house to heal. 

Christopher didn’t like Buck's new house much. He had no reason to dislike it, he just hated that it meant Buck no longer lived with them full time.

To be fair to Buck's house, it was nice. It was perfect really. Big bright living space that Buck eagerly decorated with his weird wall art and cowboy duck themed pillows. A nice kitchen with plenty of counter space for Bucks cooking. The backyard was huge, and it came with a hot tub that Christopher adored. 

It even had a spare bedroom which Buck had affectionately named “Chris’s room.”

It became incredibly clear to Christopher quite fast that a spare room wasn’t Bucks only consideration when it came to Chris when he was choosing a new place to live.

The bungalow was one level (as bungalows are). The steps at the front porch were shallow and barely there. There was a walk-in shower/bath suite with a shower chair attached to the wall. 

Christopher couldn’t help but beam when he realised that Buck had been thinking of him when house hunting. It was much better than the loft that was for sure. Christopher had beef with those steps.

So yeah, Christopher maybe, actually, just a little teeny tiny bit, liked the house. 

He still missed Buck.

Which is why he also was not complaining in the slightest that Buck was still staying with them. Even when Buck wasn’t as mobile, he was still there. Buck’s presence as it is can lift Christopher’s mood tenfold - and his Dads.

The first few weeks it was movie nights and trips to the library to pick out new books for Buck to read on the couch. It was sunbathing in the garden and talking about nothing and everything.

As Buck healed Christopher began to feel the usual warmth spread through him. It was silly, because it shouldn’t be his normal, but having Buck at home with them felt like everything was falling into place again.

Buck slowly started to win over Eddie and was allowed to help with the dishes. Then he was helping with dinner. Christopher turned around one day and Buck was putting a load of laundry on.

He was suddenly transported back to before Buck ever moved out and he sunk into the couch happily. Things were back to normal. 

For the past few days Christopher has been living the good life once again. Pancakes in the morning since Buck isn't back to work yet. Home cooked intricate meals for his dinner. Lunchboxes packed with love as Buck would say. 

It’s not that his dad can’t cook, it’s just that Buck is a little bit better. Tiny bit better. Like, tinsy, teeny bit better… by a lot. Don’t tell his dad. 

He gets to wake up and see Buck pottering about the kitchen. He gets to spend his day knowing that just on the other side of his door is Buck and his dad living so domestically it makes Christopher want to knock their heads together, either sitting together joking or having petty arguments where they’re both trying desperately to hold in their laughter.

Everything is better with Buck home. Christopher’s happier, his dad is happier. Buck seems happier too. Christopher knows why Buck moved out… he just wishes they got their act together and admitted he didn’t need to. 

The Diaz household wasn’t the usual meeting place for family gatherings and parties, but today’s barbecue was meant to take place at Bucks house and well - now it was here.

Christopher wasn’t complaining, on the odd occasion that everyone did gather at the Diaz house it always felt more comfortable. Their house was smaller, their garden one of the smallest of everyone’s and it really brought everyone closer. It was cosy.

Christopher made his way from the living room where he and Denny had set up the xbox, his eyes focused on the table set up with food and sweet treats. His gaze locked in on the freshly baked cookies he watched Buck bake this morning that he was explicitly told not to touch.

He took one when Buck wasn’t looking but pfft, who needs to know?

He was halfway through demolishing the cookie when Jee-yun ran up next to him, her eyes bright, “Are those Uncle Bucks?” She asked, pointing to the cookie in his hand.

Chris barely blinked, he swallowed and nodded, “Chocolate chip! You want one?” He asked, already reaching over for one.

“Two!” The girl grinned, holding up two fingers.

“Uh- one!” Maddie called, already heading their way. Christopher laughed at Jee’s pout, handing her one cookie which she took with a grumble, angrily biting into it. Maddie stopped next to them and smiled fondly at her daughter, “Buck made mac and cheese for you for later.”

Chris grinned, “You don’t want to miss that Jee, he put extra love in it just for you.”

Jee looked up at him with wide sparkling eyes, “He did?” she asked, cookie crumbs covering her chin.

“He did,” Christopher confirmed, “even made you your very own portion without the bacon pieces.”

Jee nodded seriously, “Bacon bits bad.” She said, screwing her face up and making a small bleugh sound. Christopher snorted.

Maddie smiled as she watched Jee turn and run towards Mara who was setting up the legos on the lawn. Buck and his dad were beside the grill, they were arguing over what Christopher could only assume was cooking time for the burgers if Bucks over exaggerated gesturing towards the slightly charred meat was anything to go by.

“Oh hey, I meant to ask,” Maddie began, her eyes swinging back to Christopher, “how’s your new science teacher?”

Christopher perked up, “She’s amazing. Her name is Ms Sharpe and she actually used to work at Aunt Karen’s lab! She was telling us all about her research and why she switched to teaching.”

Maddie smiled, “That’s great.”

“Yeah, she’s already talking about different trips she’s trying to organize, and she’s putting on extra study sessions since we have finals coming up soon.” Christopher continued.

“I’m glad, it sounds like she’s much better than the last. Buck told me what happened, I take it you haven’t had any more trouble?”

“Nothing,” he replied, “and Buck has been helping me loads with my projects. He met Ms Sharpe at my parent teacher meeting last week and he talked her ear off about soil properties.”

Maddie laughed, “That sounds about right”.

There was a beat of silence.

“So,” Maddie began, reaching over and grabbing a handful of mini sausages, “how’s it been having Buck staying with you again as he recovers?” 

Christopher hummed, his eyes sweeping the backyard, “It’s been good,” he replied, “I’m going to miss it when he goes back to work.”

Back to work… not back home. Christopher’s starting to wonder if Buck even remembers he has a house.

Maddie nodded, like she expected as much, “It must be nice having a live-in cook again,” she mused, “I know if I had Buck with us we would be eating good every night.”

Christopher barely blinked, “Yeah, it’s nice having family dinners again.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean I know we still went to Bucks regularly, or he would come here, but it’s nice having dad home you know?” He said mindlessly, reaching for another cookie.

Christopher didn’t notice the lack of response until he heard a small sniffle from beside him. His head snapped over in alarm and he swallowed the bit of cookie he had taken.

Maddie was looking at Christopher softly, “That’s how you think of him?” She asked, a smile sent his way. Christopher could see her slightly glassy eyes and he felt his cheeks heat in embarrassment.

Christopher knew Buck was more than just his dad's best friend, but maybe that is all other people see them as. He knows they are weirdly codependent at work too, surely people must have picked up on their family dynamic.

Does Maddie know they do the grocery shopping together every week, picking up doubles of things so they would be available in both houses? Does Maddie know that Buck has Christopher’s favourite dinners memorised and includes him in the dinner decision every night?

Does she know that Buck helps with his homework and folds his laundry and puts his shoes on the shoe rack if Christopher kicks them off in a hurry? Does she know that Buck can name all his friends and makes a conscious effort to get to know them and their parents?

Does she know that when Buck used to pick him up from school he would meet him with a grin and grab Christopher’s book bags without a second thought? Does she know that Buck has met every single one of his teachers since he was eight years old?

Does she know that Buck used to read him bedtime stories when he was little and if Christopher had nightmares Buck would turn up even with the rain battering down outside just to sit by Christopher’s side?

Does she know that after the tsunami Christopher used to wake up from his nightmares wrapped in fear and cry for Buck? Does she know the amount of times he woke up to Buck asleep on the floor next to his bed, one hand wrapped gently around his wrist, right over his pulse point? 

Does she know just how deep their connection goes? 

Buck is so much more than just his dads best friend.

“Yeah, that's how I see him.” Christopher replied shrugging, trying to play it off cool, “I mean that’s what he is, right? He does all the dad things, you heard me say he was at my parent teacher meeting with my dad right?”

Maddie chuckled wetly, “Yes, I heard you say that, and I know he also attends your PTA meetings.” she said fondly, her eyes scanning the yard for Buck, her eyes softening as she found him with Jee in his arms.

Christopher couldn’t help the warmth spreading through his chest as he watched Buck and his dad across the yard. The easy banter between them, the way Buck gravitated towards his dad like he was a sunflower and Eddie was the sun. He watched Buck beam at his dad when Jee reached out for him to carry her instead.

He smiled seeing his dad take Jee so Buck could turn back to the grill, fresh burgers cooking. They were still talking and ribbing each other, his dads loud laugh flowing across the garden. 

Chris blinked in surprise as Buck's eyes suddenly turned to him, barbecue tongs pointed his way, “Chris!” Buck's voice shouted across the noise, “Cheese melted on top, lettuce, red onion and mayo?” He asked.

His favourite. The perfect burger.

Christopher nodded, “Thanks Buck!!”

Buck turned back around and started making his burger up. Christopher watched as his dad jokingly critiqued Buck’s technique. He could practically hear the snarky ‘Mayo on the bottom Buck? Were you raised in a field?”

Christopher would bet his college fund that the mayo was in the shape of a smiley face.

Christopher felt his eyes sting, “He’s the best dad ever, Aunt Maddie.” he said, his voice going soft. 

Maddie sniffled again, she looked down at Christopher with tear filled eyes and she pulled him into her side, “He loves you so much, and so do I, you’re my favourite nephew.”

Christopher laughed and raised an eyebrow, “I’m your only nephew.” he replied, but he wrapped his arms around Maddie in a hug, “Thanks for raising my dad I guess.” He mumbled.

Maddie laughed, “Thank you for letting him love you.”

5. RAMON AND HELENA DIAZ

El Paso, Texas hadn’t changed. Granted, it had only been nine and half months since he left Texas to go back to LA with his dad - how much can really change in that time?

His abuela definitely hadn’t changed. She and his abuelo met them at the airport and within seconds she was pinching his cheeks and trying to take his crutches so he would lean on her to walk.

Thankfully, Christopher and his dad have had many talks about his time in El Paso, and especially about his experience with his grandparents.

“He prefers the crutches mom,” His dad stepped in the second she reached for them, causing her to huff and take a step back. Her beady eyes sliding to look at Eddie Diaz with a frown.

“I’m sure Christopher would prefer us to help make his life easier, Edmundo.” She tutted, “I’m trying to help him.”

“You’re not.” Chris stepped in bluntly.

His dad sighed and looked up at the sky for a second before turning to look at his son, “I thought we agreed on no attitude.” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“It’s not attitude, it’s standing up for myself.” Chris replied, keeping the promise he made to himself that he wouldn’t let his grandparents keep treating him like a kid - and he knew he had his fathers full support (even if they technically had agreed on minimal attitude).

Chris turned back to his abuela, who had been watching their interaction with narrowed eyes, “They give me the freedom to move on my own,” he explained, trying very hard to keep the implied duh out of his tone, “I don’t like leaning on people.” 

His abuela looked affronted before pursing her lips, “Independence is important but we only want to help.” She said, raising an eyebrow.

Now here’s the thing, Christopher could just shrug it off, or -

“Did you get a ramp for the porch steps?” He asked. They had spent the whole summer watching him struggle up those steeper than normal steps, quick to take his crutches and offer an arm. His cerebral palsy wasn’t new, they’ve had years to think about helpful accommodations.

His dad did. They live in a single story home. There’s no steps inside or outside. Their bathroom is fully accessible and they have a built in shower chair rather than the plastic one they had bought when he came to stay that barely stayed put in the curved bath. 

Even Buck had thought of Christopher when moving. His house was a single story bungalow and had a room just for him. Buck even put rails up next to the hot tub so Christopher could get in and out easier.

“Buddy-“ his dad started but Helena cut him off.

“See Edmundo,” she sniped, “he was a polite boy before he went back to LA.” 

Christopher rolled his eyes but he felt his shoulders slump when his dad gave him a pleading look. They had talked about that too - make this trip as easy as possible and we’ll be home before we know it.

“I’m sure it’s just the heat and long flight,” Eddie lied through his teeth, but quickly ushered them on, “I’m sure a couple of his abuelas empanadas would help.”

Helena huffed but acquiesced, “Well, luckily for you boys there’s a fresh batch in the kitchen.” She replied, reaching forward to hug her son, “Let’s get to the car, we’re not parked too far.”

The drive to his grandparents was pleasant enough, and Chris made sure to keep his tone light and kind when his grandma asked her perfectly curated list of questions. He could only assume she was eagerly waiting for something to stand out that she could grasp onto to try and convince him to come back.

She hadn’t been very subtle in the fact that she thinks Chris would be better off with them. When he told his dad he was ready to be back in LA full time, his grandparents had not taken the news well.

Christopher still remembers the dismissive scoff from his abuela, her snippy response of “You don’t know what’s best for him Edmundo, you never have his interests at heart.” Christopher still remembers the flair of anger in his chest.

His dad made mistakes. He was human, and yes, the doppelgänger thing was a big mistake - but they talked about it. They talked about everything. Eddie told Christopher all about his relationship with Shannon, and how she had asked for a divorce right before she died. He understood the closure his dad craved - even if he definitely doesn’t agree with how his dad sought it out.

His dad knows he was wrong. Chris forgave him.

Since he went home to LA after making up with his dad, their relationship had been a lot better. They were both more openly communicating, and his dad had proved again and again that Christopher was his main priority.

Anyway, safe to say Helena Diaz was not amused when Christopher had burst out of his room in El Paso armed with examples of when his dad had gone above and beyond for him. They made me an accessible skateboard. He got me an accessible handset to make online gaming easier. He calls ahead to make sure there are accommodations in place for me.

She was quick to dismiss him.

Thankfully, once again, he and his dad had talked about everything. His dad had only stepped beside him and stood tall, telling his mother nicely (way too nicely in Christopher’s opinion) that it wasn’t up for discussion. Christopher was going home.

Nine months later and Christopher once again felt his shoulders curl in on him as he was purposefully led to the kitchen table. His abuelas hand tight on his shoulder as opposed to taking his crutches. 

Christopher remembered when he used to visit his grandparents as a kid, after they had moved to LA. He remembers the smell of spices in the air being comforting, the burnt orange walls and the dark wood welcoming and homely. Now it felt suffocating. 

His months in Texas hadn’t been sunshine and rainbows. He came to Texas to heal, to put space between him and his dad so that Christopher could work through the storm of emotions he had been feeling at the time. He wanted the warm welcoming home of his grandparents - instead he got the overbearing parental side of them he never expected.

Learning their way of parenting and seeing them in a different light put a lot into perspective for Christopher. Getting a glimpse of how his dad grew up made certain things about his dads behaviours over the years fall into place.

Christopher doesn’t understand fully, and he probably never will, but he likes to think he can understand a bit better why his dad felt the need to run to the army when he was a teenager. 

His abuelo was strict. He was a proud man with high expectations and narrow views. In the past, Christopher had always received the slightly relaxed man that was happy to be spending time with his grandchild, now he was experiencing the structure Ramon Diaz liked to enforce.

Christopher always knew that his dad struggled with this idea of being the man of the house. Christopher saw it now in the way his abeulo frowned when Christopher’s bed wasn’t made the second he got out of it. The way he raised his eyebrows and peered at him above the newspaper he was reading when Christopher said he wasn’t planning on getting a job until he was seventeen. 

He could see it clearly, the judgement his dad would have received at 18 years old, unmarried and working late shifts at his buddy’s dads auto shop after school, coming home and telling his parents Shannon was pregnant and he was dropping out of high school. That he was going to be a father at 19.

Christopher could practically feel the crushing pressure from his grandparents, pushing his father into marrying his mom like a good catholic boy and providing for his family. The auto shop didn’t have benefits - the army did.

Christopher remembered the way that his grandfather's hugs changed the longer he stayed with them that summer. They went from welcoming and proud, to quick and cold. Then they stopped. Christopher got a shoulder squeeze. Then a nod. It was like nothing he did was good enough but yet they thought they were doing everything right for him.

They took him in when he needed them, but instead of being his grandparents and helping him heal they felt the need to take over for his father and parent him. They enrolled him in school, pressured him into study groups he didn’t need or after school activities he wasn’t interested in. They reminded Christopher daily that they were giving him structure that his father clearly hadn’t.

When Christopher was younger he didn’t pick up on his abuela's sharp looks or quick snips. Her hugs were warm, her smiles were genuine. Back then he didn’t blink twice when she would look past him after a moment and let her gaze linger on his father disapprovingly. 

Christopher hadn’t paid much attention to the way she almost dismissed her son, it was much harder to miss now that he had been on the receiving end of it. 

He can pick out moments in his childhood where his abuela had looked at his dad like he was letting them down, and Chris didn’t get it. His dad was doing the best he could. They had a house, he had a job, they were happy most of the time.

Staying with his grandparents had opened his eyes to a different side of his abuela. The way she would frown to herself as Christopher made his way through the house and his crutch would catch on a skirting board. Her small huff when they would fall behind in a crowd of people.

Sometimes it felt like she only loved him because she felt she had to - because of who he was to them and because of what people would think if they thought otherwise.

His grandparents stepped into the caregiver role like it was both an honour and a chore. They showed him off proudly in public, taking his crutches and making a point of holding out an arm for him. They would speak loudly of his academic achievements to anyone who would listen, praising his recent test scores like they wrote the answers themselves.

Then they would bring him home and send him to his room like they were done with him for the day. Like he was a toy they didn’t want to play with when no one else was around. They believed they were doing what was best for him, but it didn’t take long for Christopher to start missing his dad - even if he was still hurt and upset.

When his dad moved to Texas to be with him, Christopher could breathe easier. He wasn’t in a rush to forgive him, but he was relieved to know his dad still loved him and that LA was still there waiting for him to be ready. 

His grandparents weren’t very happy that Eddie had showed up, reluctant to even let him in the house that first night. It wasn’t until he and his dad started talking more that Christopher realised just how little his grandparents had been letting his dad know.

The first time they talked alone ended with them both in tears. His dad apologised, he answered every question Christopher had with honesty. He admitted that watching Christopher leave had been the hardest moment of his life, and that he had wanted to chase after him everyday.

Christopher asked why he didn’t.

His dad explained that his grandparents told him not to, that he was happy there. Thriving. That coming would only hurt Christopher. His dad believed them, but then he said that watching Christopher grow up over video calls once a week was killing him.

He missed his son.

Christopher missed his dad too.

He didn’t want to go back to his grandparents that night, so he didn’t. He went to his dads new house and hesitantly ripped into him about the shoddy decorating. His dad had welled up and cried at the gentle bullying from his son, asking for a hug like if Christopher said no it would hurt worse than a bullet.

They hugged. For a long time.

It wasn’t a fast track to total forgiveness, but it was a start.  The following weeks and months got easier and easier. Christopher spent less and less time at his grandparents until suddenly he was living in Eddie's house and asked his dad when they were going home.

Now Christopher was back and his grandparents house was just as cold as it had been when he left.

“Sit, sit.” His abuela said, guiding him to the closest chair, “Why don’t you tell us about what you’ve been getting up to back in LA.” She ordered, before beginning to heat the empanadas that were waiting covered for them. 

Christopher opened his mouth and started talking. He told them about his school, and his friends. He told them about Denny and Mara and how they had a master plan to convince Hen and Karen to get a gecko. He told them all about Buck and everything they had gotten up to together since going home.

His abuela smiled tightly, “Well, it sounds like your uncle Buck has been-“

Christopher froze. He stopped chewing as he looked at her in confusion.

His dad flinched.

“He’s not,” Christopher interrupted after he swallowed, his eyebrows furrowed, “that’s not - no. Bucks not my uncle.”

His abuela waved a dismissive hand, “Oh, of course not, I know that. Isn’t that a thing you young ones do? Refer to your parents' close friends as aunts or uncles?”

And here’s the thing, yes. He refers to Hen and Karen as his aunties. He’s never blinked at that. He routinely tells people that he and Denny are basically cousins. 

Sure, he even calls Maddie and Chim his aunt and uncle without a second thought, but that’s because - well, that’s because..

“He’s not my uncle,” Christopher repeated, “He’s my other dad.”

Three things happened at once.

His dad choked on the sip of juice he had just taken. His chair scraping back harshly against the hardwood flooring (which Christopher knew from experience his abuela hated. He got told many times to be more careful with his crutches) as he gasped for air. His eyes were wide as he stared at Christopher.

His abuelo went rigid, his hand grasping an empanada half way to his mouth tightened causing the filling to burst out the other end and drip onto his shirt. His eyes hardened as he swung his gaze over to his son.

His abuela only hummed. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips as she looked between Christopher and his dad. She crossed her arms, trying to hide how she grasped onto her forearms in an attempt to appear cool, calm and collected.

Christopher saw it. His skin started crawling as he recognized the mistake he just made. It was one thing telling people in LA he thought of Buck as his dad, it was another thing altogether to tell that to his Texan catholic grandparents.

“Wait, that’s not-“ He started, his voice panicked.

“Edmundo,” his grandfather's voice was gruff, barely contained anger evident in his voice, “do you have something to tell us.” It wasn’t an invitation, it was a warning.

Christopher felt his fingers tingle, his stomach was churning and he sent his dad a wide eyed, apologetic look. His entire body felt cold and numb.

“That’s not what Christopher meant,” His dad spoke calmly, “He only meant that Buck has been around a lot as he grew up. He’s helped us out with school drop offs and meals-“ 

“Because you can’t take care of him yourself?” His abuela butted in, “You never were built to be the man of the house were you, Edmundo?”

His dad physically recoiled. Christopher felt the protectiveness run through his veins like fire.

“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate for a random adult man to have access to him like that?” His abuelo asked, “We’ve met him once right? He’s the queer one.”

“Buck is bisexual but he’s-“ Eddie began.

“Have you no morals? What the hell makes you think someone like that belongs in his life.” Ramon kept going, his face disgusted, “Or are you one of them Edmundo? We should have never let Christopher leave with you, what are you and that man teaching him in the land of cuckoos?” 

Anger flared in Christopher’s chest and he stood, letting his chair scrape back sharply. He saw his grandmother grimace at the noise. His father sent him a pleading look but he didn’t care, he spent too many months letting his grandparents talk down on him and talk bad about his dad - he’s not sitting through it anymore.

“Who do you think you are?” He asked harshly, irritation in his voice, “You don’t get to sit and tell us who’s good and who’s bad for me. Buck is the best person I know, he gives me the entire world and barely blinks. He’s saved my life.”

“You can’t even accept that I can walk on my own without your guiding hand. You treat me like I'm a child. Incapable and stupid. You don’t listen to me about my interests and what I want to do. You signed me up for a chess club and then piled so much pressure on me you made me physically sick.”

“You lied to people that you were my parents. Oh look at us, taking care of the poor disabled child who can’t do anything for himself. You cut my dinner for me for the first month I was here! Dad hasn’t cut my dinner for me in years because, and this might shock you, I can do it myself!”

His abuela's face was slowly going purple, and he could see his abuelo grip the table edge harshly. Christopher was blinded by rage, he could feel the anger buzz beneath his skin.

“My dad made a mistake and I’m grateful that you took me in when I needed you, but it was never going to be permanent. LA is my home. My dad is my. dad.” he punctuated, “and I love him. He gives me everything.”

“Buck might not be my dad by blood or by law, but he is my other dad in the way that he puts my priorities above his own. He puts my safety above his own, my happiness above his own. There is nothing I could ever do that would make Buck turn his back on me. There is nothing I could ever ask for that he wouldn’t break his back trying to provide.”

“You’re not allowed to sit there and call him a random man. He’s not.” Christopher spat, “He puts more effort into loving me than you ever did.”

His dad was staring at Christopher with soft, teary eyes. It almost knocked him right off his groove, but he had one more thing to say.

“Dad gave me that. I have another adult in my life who gives me everything and I have my dad to thank for that.” Christopher said, his own eyes welling up a little bit, "You don't get to tell him he’s doing a bad job.”

“He’s the best dad I could ask for,” Christopher continued, “And god knows it’s not thanks to your parenting that he turned out that way. He took everything you taught him and did the opposite.”

His abuela looked like she had been smacked, and his abuelo couldn’t meet his eye.

“And I’m grateful every day that he did.” Christopher finished. He tightened his grip on his crutches before turning to his dad, “Can we go?” 

His dad jumped up, “Of course we can.” He replied, wiping at his eyes. He barely looked at his parents before grabbing both of their plates and heading to the kitchen, “We will see you both in two days for Sophia’s birthday.” He said simply, wiping the crumbs off his hands over the sink.

Christopher knew his dad was following behind him, and he exhaled deeply as they left, smiling when he reached the bottom of the porch steps without help. He turned to his dad and couldn’t get a word out before he was being pulled into a tight hug.

“I love you so much.” His dad whispered, his face buried into Christopher’s hair. Christopher couldn’t even pretend to roll his eyes, he melted into his dads arms and screwed his eyes shut to stop the tears welling up.

“I love you,” Christopher mumbled, his voice muffled by his dads shirt, “I’m sorry for-“

“You have nothing to apologize for.” His dad assured him, gently pulling back, “You’ve clearly been holding that in for a while.”

“It’s all true,” Christopher said softly, before hesitating, “… and I know I didn’t necessarily mean it that way… but it’s okay if it was that way, you know? I’d be okay with it.” He admitted.

Christopher didn’t want to assume, but he had seen the way his dad looked at Buck. He had personally witnessed the way his dad completely lets go in Buck's presence. The way his shoulders loosen, the way his jaw unclenches.

Eddie Diaz looks at Evan Buckley like he can finally breathe again. The second he sees Buck he can exhale, let everything on his shoulders drop because he knows he’s not on his own anymore.

Christopher knows it’s love.

Eddie smiled down at him softly, “I think I'm getting that.” He replied, ruffling Christopher’s hair slightly. Christopher couldn’t help but laugh and jokingly push himself away. His dad grinned down at him, his shoulders looser than they had been in a while.

“So… what now?” Christopher asked.

His dad snorted, “Well, since someone couldn’t even wait a full two hours after landing to speak his mind, now we get an uber.” he said with a chuckle, “Hotel check in isn’t for another three hours so what do you say we stop by your tia Sophia’s?” 

“Can we facetime Buck while we’re there? I know he wants to bother her about the brownie recipe she’s been perfecting.” Chris asked, sitting on the steps. His dad copied him and dropped into the seat beside him.

“Of course we can.” He agreed, a soft smile on his face.

There was a beat of silence between them before his dad spoke again, “It’s not hard to love you, you know. Buck and I love you easier than breathing. It’s not an effort, it never was.” 

Chris felt his eyes burn, “I know.” He replied softly.

+1. BUCK (but first, the metaphorical death of Helena Diaz)

The flight home was long. 

Christopher hated flying, not because he was afraid of it, but because of the deep ache in his bones after sitting on an airplane. He hates the hustle and bustle of the airport, he’s fifteen and even he handles it better than most adults who act like it’s their first day on earth.

Today was tough. They were on an earlier flight home than planned after his abuela's explosive outburst at Tia Sophia’s party. Christopher knew his dad was still reeling and he had stayed glued to his dad’s side from the second he shouted, “Yes, maybe I am gay, and what about it?” loud across the garden for his whole extended family to hear.

Every time Christopher closed his eyes he saw the way his abuela's eyes had darkened with anger, her nostrils flaring and her hand raised to strike. Christopher hadn’t hesitated to step in front, “Don’t you dare.” He had snapped.

He wasn’t immune to the gasps that had echoed around the garden, he could see his tias urge the kids indoors but not making a move to leave themselves. All of them wanted to see the face off that had been a long time coming.

You didn’t go toe to toe with Helena Diaz unless you were ready to burn all your bridges.

Christopher took a step forward.

“Christopher, you have no business-“ she had started, her voice shrill and her eyes flashing.

Christopher opened his mouth to bite, but a calm hand on his shoulder stopped him. He glanced over to see his dad step beside him, he looked down at Christopher with a gentle smile before, “I’ve got this bud.” he said softly.

Christopher hesitated, before nodding and reluctantly stepping back. His tia Adriana placed two hands on his shoulders, just holding him steady. He felt the love and warmth and pride in her hold, he knew they were going to be okay.

He watched his dad take the step closer.

“You don’t get to control my life anymore,” Eddie Diaz said simply, meeting his mothers eye, “I’m not scared of you anymore. I’ve got my family, and I know who loves me unconditionally.”

“You have conditions for your love and I have tried to meet them my whole life. I stayed quiet. I never cried. I never asked for more than I knew you were willing to give. I never even asked for you to hug me.” His dad admitted.

“If I wasn’t being a man, I wasn’t worthy of being your son. I was 10 and looking after my little sisters because you didn’t have the effort for us. I was 15 and if I wasn’t washing cars for cash during the day then I wasn’t eating that night. I was 19 and I married the only woman I ever loved because that’s what you expected of me.”

“I don’t regret Shannon, I never will. She gave me the best gift I could ever ask for, and I did love her,” He said, “but I am gay, mom. I’ve been coming to terms with that for a while.”

“You don’t have to like it. You don’t even have to accept it, because after today you are not part of my life anymore. If Christopher wants you in his life-“

“I don’t.” Christopher butted in. He heard his tia Adriana snort and she squeezed his shoulders gently.

“-then that’s his choice and I won’t ever take that away from him.” Eddie said, a smile curling onto his face, “You’ve lost your son today, and I hope you’re willing to live with that.”

Helena Diaz was rigid, her eyes were blazing and she was glaring at Eddie with pure hate. Christopher held his breath as he watched the sharp words build on her tongue.

“You will never stop making mistakes will you Edmundo?” Helena Diaz’s voice was dripping with venom, “You always were determined to ruin our family.”

Eddie flinched.

“You will never be happy living your life like that.” She said coolly, crossing her arms, “All we wanted was for you to build a good stable life. A home for you with a wife and a mother for your son, is that so bad? Is that so evil of us?”

Eddie shrugged, “I have a good life. I have a job that I love, with a team that I can count on. I have a home that’s warm and comfortable and welcoming, with scratches in the floor and dents in the walls because it’s being lived in. I have a partner who adores me and my son, who gives us everything he has.” he said, his voice so fond and content.

“My son is growing up in a home that embraces him, loves him, empowers and encourages him. He has a bedroom full of his favourite things and covered in memories. He has a mother and I see the best of her in him everyday. He does not need another one.” His dad finished.

“Be realistic Edmundo-“

“Mom,” Sophia interrupted, “I think it’s time you and dad headed out.” 

Christopher perked up. He could see the anger clouding his Tia's face, he could feel the fierce love that she held for her brother. Christopher looked around the garden, he met his Tia Pepa's eye and she smiled, her eyes full of warmth when she looked at him. 

Helena Diaz stepped back like she had been slapped, “Sophia, how dare you-“

“It’s my party, and I want to hear more about my brother's love life. I have many years of teasing to catch up on, and that’s just Eddie. Bring in the Buck of it all and he’ll have to cancel his flight so I can make all my jokes.” Sophia said, sending her brother a grin before turning back to her mother with a sharp look, “So if you have a problem with Eddie, I think it’s time for you to go.”

Helena looked around the garden, her eyes sliding from person to person looking for someone to back her up. No one stepped forward.

“Well,” she huffed, her eyes wide in disbelief, “T-this is just- just insane! Don’t any of you hear what he is saying-“ her voice was almost pleading.

“Helena,” Ramon interrupted quietly, unwilling to meet Eddie or Christopher’s eyes, “it’s time to go.” 

Christopher watched as his abuela physically recoiled.

“R-Ramon,” she couldn’t help but huff a laugh, “You can’t be serious. Your son just said-“

“I heard him.” He replied, face straight and voice gruff, “He’s made his choice.” He gently took Helena’s by the hand and made a move to pull her away before pausing. Christopher watched as he turned towards Eddie with a frown.

For a second it looked like he was going to reach out for a handshake, but Christopher saw him clench his fist before letting it fall to his side, “All the best, Edmundo,” he said, before turning to Christopher, “We would love to see you again before you return to LA.”

Christopher just stared at him. He looked at his abuela and frowned, he shook his head. He took a step backwards further into his tia Adriana's hold and she slipped her arms around his neck and held him tighter.

He watched his grandfather's face fall but he nodded in acceptance. Christopher just watched in silence as his abeulo pulled his abuela from the garden, her mouth moving a mile a minute as she tried to claw her way back into staying. The second he saw them leave, he pulled from Adriana's hold and dashed towards his dad, falling into his arms and holding him tight.

That was yesterday, and Christopher hadn’t gone further than he needed too from his dad. They had spent the rest of the day and well into the night at his Tia Sophia’s as his Tias and Tios lovingly ripped into his dad. Christopher pretended not to see the tears in his dad’s eyes when Sophia had pulled him into a tight hug and said, “I’m so proud of you.”

Adriana had barely let his dad go before she was asking about his plan to ask Buck out, which then started an hour long discussion between his Tias about what romantic gestures they think Buck would like. Christopher had stayed by his dads side the whole time, a tight grasp on his hand when they sat side by side. 

Towards the end of the night, Christopher had looked over at his dad and saw the loose shoulders, the bright eyes, the wide grin, and he had simply melted into his dads side and embraced the love from his extended family.

Now he sat in the middle seat of row 17. His dad on one side and Tia Pepa on the other. They were coming in to land and even though Christopher was exhausted, he couldn’t help the excitement that started to course through him when he thought of seeing Buck. It had only been four days, but he had a lot to say.

His dad might have had a plan to tell him he loved him, but Christopher had a plan too. 

The plane touched down and before he knew it Christopher was in the back of his dads truck as they drove towards Pepas to drop her off. He had been watching Buck’s location on his phone since they left the airport, his smile growing more and more as he saw the flashing blue dot leaving the firehouse and heading towards 4995 South Bedford.

They were about fifteen minutes from home and Buck’s little dot was comfortably in the kitchen. Chris didn’t tell his dad but he had asked Buck to make Eddie's favourite enchiladas for dinner, he knew that would help his dads nerves.

Christopher felt the anticipation buzz under his skin, his knee was bouncing and he couldn’t help but watch on his phone as their little dots got closer and closer. He finally locked his phone and slipped it into his pocket when they turned onto their street.

Christopher sat up straight, his fingers drumming on his thighs and he grinned when he saw the familiar truck sitting in their driveway. The porch light was on and he could see the living room and kitchen lights flowing through the curtains.

It sounds silly, but Christopher knew he was home. Not because he could see the physical building standing in front of him but because he could feel the endless amount of love and warmth waiting for them on the other side of that door.

His dad had barely parked before Chris was undoing his seatbelt and slipping out of the truck. His dad wasn’t much better to be honest, the truck was haphazardly parked next to Bucks, slightly squint and much farther forward than what he would normally park.

Christopher barreled towards the door, energy seemingly coming from nowhere. He opened the door and stepped in, his breath catching, the short burst of energy disappearing immediately. He could hear Buck pottering about in the kitchen, the smell of his cooking filling the house.

“Is that you guys?” Buck called, “Please don’t be intruders I have oven gloves on!”

Yeah, that’s my dad.

Christopher’s eyes welled with tears, “Buck?” He called, his voice breaking slightly.

There was clattering and then a short bang before Buck suddenly appeared in the doorway with wide worried eyes, “Christopher? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

He was standing in the doorway with his apron on and the oven gloves now held in one hand, when he saw the tears in Christopher’s eyes he rushed over, Chris met him halfway and Buck knelt on one knee to catch him.

“Hey, what-“

Christopher crashed into him, throwing his arms tight around Bucks neck. He burrowed his head into Buck's shoulder and screwed his eyes shut. Buck didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Christopher, pulling him in and holding steady.

A hug from Buck felt like the safest place in the world and Christopher tightened his hold, sniffling to try and hold his tears in. He felt Buck cup his head and hold him closely.

“Hey, what’s wrong bud?” Buck's voice was gentle, “Christopher, did something happen?” Chris felt Buck lift his head and he could only assume he was looking for his dad, “Eddie?”

Chris sniffled and held on tighter, “You’re my dad.” he mumbled. 

Buck stilled, but before panic could creep in Buck was pulling him back and gently cupping his face, “What?” He breathed out, his eyes wide and glassy.

Tears spilled down Christopher’s cheeks, “You’re my dad.” Christopher repeated, his voice cracking, “I’ve been telling people you’re my dad and I don’t know if you know it.”

Buck's eyes were wide and tears threatened to spill over his lash line, his gaze was locked on Christopher, his eyes desperately searching for something. His eyes slipped to Eddie quickly before meeting Christopher’s again.

Christopher screwed his eyes shut, forcing the tears to spill over his cheeks. Panic started to settle in. Maybe Buck didn’t think of him like that. Maybe Buck didn’t want to be Christopher’s dad.

“Hey,” Buck's voice was serious, and he gently brushed his thumbs across Christopher’s cheeks to wipe the tears, “Christopher, please look at me.”

Christopher sniffled, his body shaking with silent sobs but he slowly opened his eyes. Buck was nodding, his eyes staring into Christopher’s with promise.

“I know it.” Buck whispered, voice broken.

Christopher took a deep breath, trying to stop the sobs from coming, “You promise?” He asked, voice quiet, hesitant.

Buck slightly tightened his hold on Christopher’s cheeks, ducking his head slightly so he could make sure he maintained eye contact, “I promise.” Buck replied, voice firm, “You’ve been mine for years.”

“How long?” Chris asked, voice small.

Buck huffed a small laugh, a smile creeping up his face as he continued to wipe the falling tears on Christopher’s face, “Seven years? Give or take.” He replied gently, “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

Christopher squeezed his eyes shut and swayed forward, crashing back into Buck’s chest and wrapping his arms tight around him, “I love you.” he mumbled, “Sorry I don’t have a big speech planned, I’m kinda speeched out.”

He heard his dad snort behind him.

He felt Buck chuckle before a kiss was pressed to the top of his head, “That’s okay, You don’t have to tell me how much you love me, I see it everyday.” Buck replied softly, “I can do the emotional speech, let me tell you how much I love you.”

Christopher squeezed tighter, “You don’t have to-“

“I want to.” Buck reassured, “You came here not knowing how I saw you. I’m changing that right now, okay Christopher?” 

Christopher nodded into Buck's chest and Buck gently pulled him back. He held him by the shoulders and did the thing his dad always did when he wanted your full attention - he placed his thumb gently above his collarbone and swiped it back and forth.

“Christopher, I don’t think I’ve ever loved another human as much as I love you. I don’t think I will ever be able to express how happy you make me. Everyone at the station has told me I have what they call a Christopher smile that I get whenever I’m talking about you.”

“He does,” his dad added softly from behind them, “to you it’s just his normal smile but trust me it’s never as big as when he’s with you.”

Christopher held back a sob as his eyes welled. He sniffed, “You do have an abnormally big smile.” he said quietly.

Buck laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly, “That’s all you kid,” Buck replied, “I mean it though, having you in my life is my biggest blessing. I’ll never be able to thank your dad enough for letting me have you in my life, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for keeping me around.”

“I love you,” Buck repeated, “and I love loving you. I love picking you up from school, and I love attending your meets and fairs and PTA meetings and parent nights. I love worrying if you’ve packed enough. I love cooking for you. I love doing your washings and folding your clothes and getting emotional over when your t-shirts were five sizes smaller.”

“I love learning your favourite things and I love how excited you get to tell me about them. I love watching you grow - even when I wish you would just slow down for a second. I love seeing you laugh. I love when you get snarky and I can see your dads attitude and sass shine through.”

“I love waking you up in the morning - especially when you're grumpy. I love when you poke fun at me and then give me that innocent little smile of yours that you know I can’t resist. I love the way you pretend to push away from any affection even though you happily accept it. I love knowing that you love me too.”

“Your dad tells me you have a Buck smile.” Buck whispered, like it was a conspiracy Christopher was going to deny.

“You have no proof.” Christopher replied, the small smile on his lips completely giving him away.

Buck just beamed, “I’ll choose to believe it anyway,” He chuckled, there was a beat of silence before Buck spoke again, his voice that soft tone that makes Christopher’s chest go warm, “I love you, and I love-“

“- being my dad?” Christopher guessed, wiping his eyes.

“So much.” Buck confirmed, his smile blinding and his own cheeks tear stained, “It’s my biggest achievement.”

“I love you.” Christopher repeated.

“I love you too.” Buck replied, gently squeezing Christopher’s shoulders before letting out an exaggerated groan as he pushed himself up to his full height. Christopher rolled his eyes but laughed at the dramatics.

Buck grinned down at him, leaning to press a kiss onto the top of Christopher’s head, “Dinners almost ready. Why don’t you get changed and then you can tell me all about Texas.” He offered, running a hand through Christopher’s hair.

Christopher shared a look with his dad, taking in his dads red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks and the way he was looking between the two of them with so much love, Christopher turned back to Buck with a small smile, “I don’t think Texas is for me to talk about.” he said, already heading towards his room to change.

The rest of the night was perfect. The three of them ate around the table, his dad emotional over the enchiladas Buck had made. They had cleaned up together before finally settling. Christopher sat between his dads on the couch and he snuggled into Bucks side as they watched Madagascar 2. When the film ended, Christopher let out a loud yawn, turning his face into Buck's shirt to muffle it. He felt Buck laugh under him.

“Come on Superman,” he started softly, “It’s been a long day, why don’t you head to bed.” Buck gently raked a hand through Christopher’s curls and the boy couldn’t help but melt further into his side. He heard his dad snort from the other side.

“Too tired.” Chris mumbled, “Comfy here.”

Buck chuckled, “Too tired for your bed? Doesn’t make sense bud.”

“Don’t question my logic.” 

His dad laughed, “Come on bud,” he gently nudged Christopher’s side with his knee, “Buck will still be here in the morning.”

“He better be.” He grumbled, but pulled himself up into a sitting position. He met Buck's eye and couldn’t help the small amused smile when he saw fresh tears lining his eyes, “No more crying, you promised.” His chest felt warm, Buck's gaze was soft when he looked at Chris.

“Sorry, last time,” Buck said, wiping his eyes hurriedly, “I swear.”

Christopher huffed a laugh as he stood. Eddie and Buck both stood at the same time, Christopher turned to his dad before he could start gathering their drinks and wrapped his arms around his middle, “Night dad.” He said softly.

Eddie smiled, “Good night mijo.” His dad replied, squeezing him tightly and pressing a kiss into Christopher’s hair.

Christopher pulled back before turning to Buck and doing the same, wrapping his arms tightly around Bucks middle and pressing his face into Bucks shirt, “Goodnight Dad.” He repeated.

He felt Buck’s breath hitch and his arms came round to hold him tightly. There was a beat of silence and Christopher, despite the reassurance he had received, was about to tense up.

Buck melted further into the hug before he could, and in the softest voice whispered,  “Goodnight mijo.”

Christopher’s arms tightened and tears welled in his eyes, he burrowed further into Buck's chest even though he knew his tears would show on Buck's shirt, “I love you.” He said, his voice too an emotional whisper.

“I love you too,” Buck replied, burrowing his head into Christopher’s hair exactly as his dad had done, “so much. You’re the best kid in the world.”

Christopher smiled as he pulled back, “That’s just cause I’m yours.” 

Buck, splotchy cheeks stained with tear tracks, grinned, “Damn right.”

Chris laughed as he made his way to his bedroom, letting the door close behind him with a soft click. His smile remained plastered to his face as he leant his back against the closed door.

EPILOGUE. EDDIE AND BUCK 

The rest of the night was perfect, and Eddie let himself relax and fall into the comfortable domesticity he had become used to with Buck by his side. They ate dinner together before settling on the couch to watch Madagascar 2, and Eddie couldn’t help but sneak glances to the two boys at his side every two seconds.

He had wanted Christopher to have his moment. He had needed Christopher to have his moment. Eddie could say his part later, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the love he holds for his two boys thrum below his skin the whole night.

When he watched Buck and Christopher hold each other tight and cry and resisted the urge to take Buck's cheeks in his hands and kiss away his tears. When they ate dinner together and he kept wanting to reach out and hold Bucks hand, let his thumb rub back and forth reassuringly as he smiled at their son.

When they watched the film, he wanted to shift the arm that was laying across the couch slightly so he could thread his fingers through Buck's hair. He, selfishly maybe, wanted to shift Christopher so he was laying across both of them and then he could melt into Bucks side too. 

Eddie hadn’t caught most of the movie, his attention focused on the way his son was curled into the other man’s side, content and happy. His heart sang as he saw the joy and peace on Christopher’s face whenever Buck pulled him closer.

Eddie watched them with a smile, he could watch them for hours. 

Seeing his son back in this house still took his breath away everyday. Those months in Texas killed Eddie on the daily, walking through the quiet house, peaking into an empty bedroom and seeing a bed that hadn’t been slept in in weeks. He felt Christopher’s absence like four missing limbs.

For months he was walking these rooms like a ghost, every corner reminding him that his son was over 800 miles away - driven to leave by his own actions. 

Leaving for Texas had been tough, but for his son he would do anything. He’s so thankful he went, so grateful his son was willing to hear him out. They talked. For minutes at first, then hours, then days until finally weeks had gone by and Christopher was sleeping under the same roof once again. He felt his heart returning to his body the longer they spent together.

Eddie felt whole again. He had his son back in his arms, back in his life… but the home he had bought still felt wrong. The hallways were still too quiet.

Eddie knew what was missing. 

Returning to LA with his son by his side was the happiest Eddie had ever been. They were on good terms again, they were both on the same page about their relationship and their need for better communication. Every mile they drove from Texas felt like another weight being left behind.

When Eddie had parked in the driveway of 4995 South Bedford Street after their long drive and saw Buck waiting on the porch for them with a bright grin, he had exhaled for what felt like the first time in months. His smile widening and his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Yeah, there he is.

Having the three of them back together again was like the foundations settling. Eddie felt grounded for the first time in what felt like years.

He watched Buck and he knew that this man was his home. 

When Christopher had finished speaking, and both his boys had dried their tears, Eddie had watched Christopher head to his room to change with a smile. When he turned back to Buck, his breath caught.

Buck was standing his full height and he was looking at Eddie with so much love and care and confusion and Eddie didn’t give him a second to ask before he was barreling into Buck for a hug of his own.

Eddie knew Buck was surprised, and caught off guard, but Buck didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Eddie and pull him into a tight hug. Eddie had buried his face into Bucks neck, breathing him in and trying to stop the tears burning his eyes from falling. 

The whole drive home all Eddie had wanted to do was collapse into Buck's arms. He wanted to be held just like this, and fall apart and cry and tell Buck about his parents and the awful things they had said. Eddie wanted to hold tight and never let go.

Buck had rubbed his back soothingly, “Long day, huh?” He had murmured, his nose buried in Eddie's hair.

Eddie had sniffed, “You have no idea.” He replied, his voice thick. 

Buck didn’t have time to ask before Christopher was making his way back out towards them but Eddie saw his curiosity burning bright.

The credits rolled on the movie and Eddie barely noticed, his eyes still focused on his two boys. Christopher had curled up halfway through the movie, his feet digging into the side of Eddie's thigh, not that he minded, he had been subconsciously holding his son's ankle the whole time.

Eddie watched as his son turned further into Buck, trying to muffle a loud yawn. Eddie met Buck's amused eye and the two men laughed. Eddie squeezed Christopher’s ankle gently.

“Come on Superman,” Buck started softly, “It’s been a long day, why don’t you head to bed.” Buck gently raked a hand through Christopher’s curls and Eddie watched as the boy melted further into Bucks side. He couldn’t help but snort at Christopher, although the loving smile overtook his face easily.

“Too tired.” Chris mumbled, “Comfy here.”

Eddie felt the love for his son course through his veins. It was times like this that reminded Eddie of Christopher when he was younger. These days it was rare to get Christopher beside them until he was struggling to stay awake, he usually went off to his room for a few games on a normal night.

Buck chuckled, “Too tired for your bed? Doesn’t make sense bud.”

“Don’t question my logic.” 

Eddie laughed, “Come on bud,” he gently nudged Christopher’s side with his knee, “Buck will still be here in the morning.”

“He better be.” Christopher grumbled, but pulled himself up into a sitting position. Eddie's cheeks hurt from the fond smile he wore as he saw fresh tears well in Buck's eyes. “No more crying, you promised.” Christopher said, and Eddie melted when Buck's eyes softened.

“Sorry, last time,” Buck said, wiping his eyes hurriedly, “I swear.”

Christopher huffed a laugh as he stood. Eddie and Buck both stood at the same time, he was about to lean down to start gathering their trash when Christopher turned to him before he could and wrapped his arms around his middle, “Night dad.” He said softly.

Eddie wrapped his arms around his son and smiled, “Goodnight mijo.” He replied, squeezing him tightly and pressing a kiss into Christopher’s hair. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, cherishing the hug.

Christopher pulled back before turning to Buck and doing the same, wrapping his arms tightly around Bucks middle and pressing his face into Bucks shirt, “Goodnight Dad.” He repeated.

Eddie watched as Buck’s breath hitched. Fresh tears immediately spilled over his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Christopher tightly. Above Christopher’s head, Buck made direct eye contact with Eddie, his eyes wide, red rimmed and questioning. Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking, but he nodded.

Buck melted further into the hug, letting his eyes fall closed, “Goodnight mijo.”

Eddie's heart thudded in his chest, warmth flooded him and he felt his own eyes get glassy as he watched Christopher melt into Buck's hold. Eddie sniffed and wiped his eyes.

“I love you.” Christopher said, his voice an emotional whisper. Eddie barely heard him but he struggled to hold back his sob.

“I love you too,” Buck replied, burrowing his head into Christopher’s hair exactly as he had done, “so much. You’re the best kid in the world.”

Christopher smiled as he pulled back, “That’s just cause I’m yours.” 

Buck, splotchy cheeks stained with tear tracks, grinned, “Damn right.”

Eddie wanted to cry. He wanted to bottle this moment in a jar and keep it safe forever and ever. If he could put it in a locket he would, he would wear it around his neck, right over his heart for the rest of his days. 

Eddie watched as his son sleepily shuffled towards his room, his eyes half closed and his hair ruffled from being flattened against Bucks side for so long. Eddie wanted to tug him back and hold him in his arms for a bit longer.

He watched the door close softly and turned to Buck, unsurprised to see the man sniffling and wiping tears from his cheeks. His watery blue eyes met Eddie's and he laughed softly, “What the hell happened in Texas?” He asked.

Eddie smiled, “I love you.”

Buck froze, his hand on his shirt wiping away the tears he had brushed off. His mouth parted in shock and his eyes went wide, “…What?” he breathed.

Eddie took a step closer, “What happened in Texas,” he began, “Is that my parents questioned your place in our son's life, and he stood up and told them exactly what you were to him.”

“He told them about how you always put him before yourself. His happiness, his safety, his entire being is your priority. Christopher made it very clear to them that you were his other father.”

“..b-but-“

“It raised some questions,” Eddie took a step closer, “as I’m sure you can imagine. I was scared, terrified really… but watching my son be brave and stand up to them inspired me to do the same. So when they questioned who you were to me? I told them.” 

Bucks breathing was laboured, “W-what-“ he swallowed, “What did you tell them?” he asked, his voice quiet. His eyes locked on Eddies with a burning intensity.

Eddie smiled, “I told them you were my partner, and that I loved you. I told them that I was gay… not in that order. I uh- I actually pretty much interrupted Sophia’s whole party by shouting out that I was gay to my moms face.” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Then… but then I explained. I told them that I had a partner who adored me and Christopher. A man who gave us everything he had to make sure we were happy and well looked after. A man who loved us. A man, I'm pretty sure loves me too.” Eddie whispered, taking the final step.

He stood a breath away from Buck, he lifted his head slightly and met Buck’s hopeful eyes. He could feel Buck's breath hit his lips as he quietly asked, “Am I wrong?”

Buck shook his head, “No.” He exhaled like a confession and Eddie felt his body light up. He gently placed his hands on Buck's waist, he smiled as he heard Buck's breath hitch.

“Good,” Eddie murmured.

Buck licked his lips, “T-then what happened?”

Eddie hummed, “She didn’t take it well, and said some pretty disgusting things. I told her she didn’t have to accept it… because I was no longer her son.” His voice broke.

Bucks hands landed on Eddie waist and gripped tight, “You-“

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, “cut her off. It wasn’t just me, the way they treated Christopher, the way they made him feel, it was too much. The things she said… I wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. I said that if Christopher wanted them in his life they could be but-“

“He said no.” Buck guessed, a soft smile on his face.

Eddie let out a shaky breath, “Yeah, he did. She kept ranting and then it was Sophia who asked her to leave.” Eddie let out a little laugh, “It was.. amazing Buck, the way everyone rallied around me.”

Buck pulled Eddie slightly closer.

“My sisters, my Tias and Tios. They weren’t phased, they were proud of me. Sophia teased me for hours about who I used to crush on as a kid. Adriana asked when I figured it out.” He laughed softly, slowly raising one of his hands to land gently on Buck's jaw.

Eddie gently swiped his thumb back and forth Buck's cheek and he smiled as Buck melted into his touch, “Our Tia Pepa…” Eddie chuckled quietly, “she just smiled and looked at me proudly. She pulled me aside and she said she knew it was you, I think she always has. Long before I did.” He admitted.

“Coming home today,” Eddie took a shaky breath, “all I could think about was seeing you and melting into your arms. I wanted you to hold me, and tell me everything was going to be okay. The second I saw you I wanted to cry because it finally felt like I was home and could breathe.”

“Buck… I love you. I don’t know when I fell in love but I think I have been for years now. You are the other half of me. My partner, my person. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.” 

Bucks eyes were glassy and his lip trembled as Eddie kept speaking.

“I want you under the same roof as me and our son. I want to spend every waking moment with you. I want to fall asleep beside you and wake up next to you and I want to keep raising our son together. Maybe add another one or two into the mix.”

Buck let out a wet laugh but beamed at Eddie.

“I want you to be my husband Buck, and this isn’t me proposing but this is me telling you where you stand in my life. Chris made it clear you were his father. I’m making it clear you are too.” Eddie stated, his eyes still locked on Bucks.

“I love you.” Eddie repeated again.

Buck laughed and lifted his hand from Eddie's waist to furiously wipe the tears and snot that had collected on his face. Eddie thought he looked beautiful.

“Fuck Eds,” Bucks voice was wrecked, “I love you too. I want all of that with you. Everything. I want to be your husband, and I want to raise our son and give him siblings and I-“ Buck cut off with a choked laugh, “I want to tell you I love you every day for the rest of my life.”

Relief flooded his body, Eddie closed his eyes and swayed forward, letting their noses brush, “Then let’s do it.” He whispered, before finally pressing his lips against Bucks. 

It wasn’t a rushed thing, it was slow. Soft. It was eight years of love reaching the surface and spilling over. It was Eddie raising his arms and wrapping them around Bucks neck, deepening the kiss but keeping it sweet and syrupy.

It was Buck, wrapping his arms tight around Eddie's waist and pulling him closer. They melted together, both pouring their love into their movements as they held each other.

Down the hall, behind his closed door, Christopher Diaz pulled his back away from the door with a smile on his face. He didn’t need to hear the rest, his dads were happy, and they were together, and Christopher couldn’t ask for anything more.