Dillon's eyes cracked open. He rolled over in bed to try and fall back asleep, but the sudden pounding of the footsteps of his little brother reminded him what day it was.
"Dillon! Dillon!" Ashton called out, poking his head through the door. "Guess what day it is?!" He asked excitedly. Dillon sat up and rubbed his chin.
"Hmm, let me think..." he replied in a playful sarcastic tone. He didn't have time to.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!" The ten year old shouted happily, barreling down the hallway towards the stairs. He saw one of his dads, Winston, follow behind him tiredly.
He stood up and swung his legs over to the side of his bed. He looked out of the window and saw a decent sized blanket of snow covering his yard. Dillon loved the snow, the whiteness, and the glistening factor of it, just beautiful. He leaned down and placed his slippers in front of him. He wiggled his toes as he slid his feet into them, making them a comfortable fit. Christmas was nice, as it was the one day a year that his dads wouldn't bother him about getting dressed until late afternoon before the family Christmas dinner.
"Dillon? Are you up?" He heard his other dad, Alden, ask. He stood up from his bed, his Christmas outfit of pajamas and slippers completed.
"Yeah, just give me a minute." He called back.
"You'd better hurry, your breakfast might get cold, Dad has it all ready and-."
"I said give me a minute! God!!" Dillon blurted out suddenly. He heard the fading footsteps of Alden and knew he'd probably be in trouble now. Why had he done that? It seemed over the past six months he'd been getting random swings of emotion. He was almost fourteen, so he assumed it could be puberty starting, but he didn't think it could make him this irritable.
Dillon sat down on the floor in his room, leaning against his bed. He thought about the recent past, and how much of an ass he looked like, now that he thought about it. What did Winston and Alden do to deserve that treatment from him? They'd been kind enough to adopt him and his brother from that hellhole of an orphanage.
Just as he was about to cry, he heard his door open. He didn't even have time to conceal his face as Winston walked in.
"Dill? Are you okay?" He asked, rushing to his side, worried he'd been hurt. Dillon turned to look at his father.
"I-I'm sorry..." He muttered. Winston raised an eyebrow.
"For what, kiddo?" He asked curiously.
"For everything. The-The way I yell at you sometimes, or just act so...so ungrateful." He wipes his nose, "I don't deserve you guys. You should just put me back up for adoption..." he said the last part in a lower voice, but Winston picked it up.
"Oh, kiddo...we would never want to put you back up for adoption! We love you! You're turning into a full teenager, you're growing up, and you're going to have moody moments just like me and your father did when we were young. Alden says it's "hormones" and stuff like that, but I can never understand his smart guy talk. And trust me, we want to be there for that. All of that." He stood Dillon up.
"Now come on, let's go have some Christmas cookies." He smiled. Dillon smiled back. He wrapped his arms around his father's waist and didn't let go.
"I'd love that..." Dillon replied. The two of them left Dillon's room, and made their way downstairs. When Dillon saw his other father, he dashed forward and squeezed him in a hug.
"I love you, dad...I'm sorry." He repeated, although his voice was slightly muffled in his dad's shirt. Alden sighed contently, and returned the hug.
"I love you too, Dill." He whispered back. Ashton then came back into the room, bouncing on his heels happily, a half eaten cookie in his hands.
"Can we do presents now?!" He asked excitedly, and without waiting for an answer, he raced over to the tree.
I love the cold times because higher chance of finding a borrower in your walls because they don't want to be in cold :3333
Peace out my dudes!✌🏻🍪
