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Athena and Bobby crept into the house. It was in darkness, and the sound of the door hinge creaking was almost too loud in the silence. After a second of listening for disturbed occupants Athena let out a giggle, and grabbed Bobby’s hand to drag him further inside.
A shape loomed out of the darkness ahead of them. And then a groan sounded in the dark, low and somehow disappointed. And then Buck, because it could only be him, turned away from them and back into the lounge.
Athena raised an eyebrow at his retreating back, and then led Bobby towards their bedroom. Buck wasn’t important right now.
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Bobby blinked in the early morning light. If he wasn’t mistaken the dining table was most definitely the principal load-bearing element of a blanket fort, the chairs all pushed out to form turrets with their backs, the blankets pooling on the floor around their feet.
And from inside the fort came two discordant snores, Buck’s familiar deep snorts intermingled with Harry’s softer wheezes. Neither sounded close to waking, and Bobby was careful not to make too much noise as he started to make breakfast.
Harry was the first to emerge, rubbing at his eyes as he crawled out and stumbled to his feet. He got a sheepish look on his face when he spotted Bobby standing in the kitchen, and he tried to cover it with a cheeky grin.
“Morning, Harry. Go wash up and get dressed,” Bobby commanded softly. He was getting better at telling his stepkids to do things, instead of asking them. “Your mom’s not working today, so you got church in an hour.”
Buck emerged soon after, his nose twitching at the smell of Bobby’s cooking. His sleep shirt was rucked up over one hip, and Bobby tugged it down gently when Buck wrapped one arm around him in a side hug and swiped a handful of chocolate chips with the other hand.
“You and Harry had a good night then?” Bobby asked. The grin on Buck’s face was answer enough.
“He wanted to look at the stars, but it’s cold outside at this time of year so we made a fort to watch them from through the windows.” Buck relaxed against Bobby, leaning some of his weight against the older man. “It felt like… like how being a big brother probably feels.”
Bobby wrapped his arm around Buck’s side and squeezed.
He was a big brother. Just ask Harry and May.