Matthews p.o.v
"Thanks for making me lunch, babe." Tyler pecked Owens cheek, "You can walk right?"
"Yep." I smiled at my parents as they wrapped their arms around each other before Tyler left.
"So... Where is your friend?"
"In the shower, I'm going to walk him home when he is finished." I replied, tapping my fingers on the island as I watched outside, "We should do something this week."
He set a plate of pancakes in front of me, "Ill talk to Tyler about it."
"Maybe we can go to the beach house!" I gasped.
"Matt, Ill have to ask Tyler-Good morning Braeden."
Snapping my head around, I smiled when I saw Braeden in a pair of my shorts, and one of my old shirts. "Hey." I smiled, still watching as he walked to the seat beside mine.
"Morning." He gave a shy smile to Owen, then one to me.
"I hope you don't mind pancakes and eggs, I have to go and get groceries today." He started to dish out a plate for Braeden.
Braeden waved his hand dismissively, "Oh, no. I'm sure it tastes wonderful."
"Thanks." Owens voice risen and he blushed before turning around and busying himself around the kitchen, wiping the counters, washing the pots and pans he used after putting the extras into containers. Then rinsing the sink, moving into the dinning area wiping down the chairs and table.
"Owen?" He stopped, flinging his hair back so he could look my in the eyes with no barrier, "Why are you cleaning... Everything?"
He blushed, tucking a piece of his brown locks behind his ear, "I... Just want to make sure everything looks nice for Tyler when he gets home, so its clean and he can relax." Another blush rose on his cheeks but he didn't hide the smile.
"You are a good husband."
Owen furrowed his brows in a confused manner before smiling, "Ill be in the living room." He took the disinfectant spay and walked away.
"Wow." I turned and only seemed to recognize Braeden was still in the room at that moment, "That was deep... He is so... Cute?"
Raising an eyebrow I smirked, "Are you hitting on my dad?"
"W... What? No! It was just a com... Matt I wouldn't!"
Laughing I heaved over on the counter hitting my head, "Im kidding." I smiled, reaching out to rub his back. "So how are you, you got pretty..." I let the sentence end there, smiling a his ears reddened.
"Im fine, I don't have a headache."
"K, good." Leaning over, I pressed my lips to his temple, "Im going to get dressed."
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Teen FictionThird book to; I cant hear you... But I wish I could, and What you cant see. ~ Fifteen years later, Tyler and Owen have their first son; Matthew. Mathew is straight, or so he thought. He tries to hide his feelings with excuses about how 'this' is h...
