☆ 38 Epilogue

                                    

                                          
"Charlie, please eat" Calum begged as he held the nipple of a bottle to the five month old baby's lips. Charlie scream and wiggled in Calum's arms, refusing to drink from the bottle. Luke walked into the room, carrying Grayson on his hip. 
                          
"You okay, cal?" Luke asked. 
                          
"No. Charlie refuses to eat unless Michael is the one feeding him. He hates me" Calum pouted, placing the bottle down and holding Charlie against his chest. Luke chuckled, setting Grayson down in the playpen. 
                          
"He doesn't hate you. He wants that"  Luke said, pointing to the way Charlie was opening his mouth and trying to move towards Calum's nipple. 
                          
"Sorry bubba, daddy doesn't do that" Calum cooed, laying Charlie's head on his shoulder. 
                          
"Where is Michael?" Luke asked. 
                          
"He mumbled something about chili fries and left with Lola. He should be back-" Calum was cut off by the sound of the front door opening. 
                          
"-right now"  Calum finished his sentence as he walked over to the front door where Michael was setting his keys down. 
                          
"I have mass amounts of chili fries" The pale boy said, placing three plastic bags of containers on the counter. 
                          
"Take him. He hates me"  Calum said, holding Charlie out for Michael. Charlie looked up at the pale boy and cooed, holding his arms up for Michael to pick him up. Michael chuckled, gently grabbing Charlie from Calum. 
                          
"He doesn't hate you, he's just hungry. Aren't you baby? Yeah let's feed you" Michael cooed as he grabbed a box of chili fries and walked to the couch. Luke left the living room with a box of chili fries as Calum got Grayson out of the playpen and sat beside Michael. The pale man slipped his shirt off and chuckled as Charlie eagerly suckled on his nipple. Michael opened his box of chili fries and leaned into Calum as he started eating them, supporting Charlie with his other arm. Grayson wiggled off of Calum's lap, the seven month old immediately started crawling around the gated off living room. 
                          
"Our family is so fückiñg cute" Calum said as he played with Charlie's tiny toes.
                          
"We made some cute kids" Michael agreed through a mouthful of chili fries. Calum chuckled, kissing the top of Michaels head.
                          
"So I've been thinking a lot about moving out of here" Calum said, watching as  Grayson slapped his hand against the baby gate that blocked off the stairs. Michael lifted his head from Calum's shoulder and looked up at the older boy. 
                          
"Okay, do you think we're ready?" Michael asked. Calum nodded, his hand smoothing over Charlie's tiny leg. 
                          
"I do. I've been looking at this one apartment and I think it's perfect. It's three bedrooms, and it's at a really nice cost" Calum explained. 
                          
"Well that's great but I don't think we need three bedrooms" Michael said, smiling softly. 
                          
"I know. But I've also been talking to Lola and Emilia and they both were thinking about moving out, so I just thought it'd be a good idea if all of us move in together. It would save us a lot of money and they can watch the boys if we ever need them to" Calum explained. The ebony haired boy got up from the couch and walked over to where Grayson was about to roll into the coffee table. He picked the baby up and held him to his chest as he sat back on the couch beside Michael.