Monday comes too quickly. Work is pretty boring. There aren't any cases that come into our precinct for us to work on solely. We just help other detectives with their cases, busying ourselves with 'outsiders' insight. We're all a team after all.

Along with no cases, I get to go home at a normal time. I even beat my boyfriend and the apartment is quiet. It's nice to be able to relax after a day of work. I don't get to do it often.

And even though that's the plan, my life mostly doesn't listen to my schedule. When my phone rings in my pocket, I know my relaxation is over.

I don't even look at the caller ID before I put it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Hello son," a British accent meets my ear.

"Pops."

He chuckles, "I've been instructed to tell you that you and Henry are to come out to dinner tonight with your father and myself."

"And tell him," I hear Dad's voice in the background, "that he doesn't have a choice."

"Did you hear that?" Pops asks.

"What if I have to work tonight and I can't get out of it?" The way I say it he has to know that I'm just using it as a challenge.

I guess he decides to play along, because he sounds like he's moved the phone away from his mouth, "Says he may have to work."

"Don't you lie to me, Damian," Dad's not going to give up.

I hear him chuckle again, "He's not going to take that."

"Of course not," I concede. Smiling, I tell him, "I'll check with Henry as soon as he gets home."

"You should really try to convince him."

"I thought you're supposed to stop giving me orders after I move out."

"I'm only trying to save my own neck, son," Pops admits humorously.

That one makes me laugh.

Even though Pops teases Dad a bunch, I know that Pops would do anything for him. When one of them asks something from the other, there is no hesitation. It just gets done with a smile and a kiss afterwards. They're more than a couple. They're this perfectly coordinated team. I've never understood it. But lately, I've been wanting to.

I've seen it in the movie that was written about them. The actors that portrayed them were spot on, but I've never wondered if it was romanticized. The way they are around each other is unlike any other couple I've ever seen. Maybe, I'll have that one day.

As I'm laughing, the front door opens to reveal my aforementioned boyfriend.

"Speak of the devil," I say into the receiver, but I'm smiling at Henry.

He smiles and says, "Me?" at the same time Pops says, "He's there now?"

"Hang on, Pops," I tell him and take the phone away from my ear.

Moving to meet Henry halfway, I wrap my arms around his waist and place a gentle peck on his lips, "Hey babe."

He kisses me again playfully and smiles, "Hello."

Holding him there, I let him drop his stuff to the side, "My dads are on the phone. They want to know if you and I want to go out to dinner with them."

He nods, "That would actually be wonderful. I had no idea what I was going to make for dinner tonight."

I kiss him again lightly before putting my phone back to my face, but not letting him escape my hold, "Where did you want us to meet you?"

Henry puts his ear to the back of my phone so he can listen in.

Dad's voice is what answers, "Did you want to go out or did you want me to have your father make something?"

"Oi," Pops interjects, "do I have a say?"

We all chuckle as Dad says, "Of course, dear."

"Do you have preference, Henry?" I ask amongst my bickering fathers.

"Nope."

"Oh," Dad stops his verbal assault, "Henry's here too?"

"I'm here," my boyfriend answers.

"Good, so we can decide now," Pops answers. "I vote we go out."

"I vote we stay in," Dad's voice is vindictive and I know it's just to poke at his husband.

"I don't mind either way," Henry adds.

"So it's up to me?" I ask. But before anyone can answer, I continue, "I'll go with Pops on this one."

"You love him more, don't you?" Dad challenges.

Pops laughs, "It's the accent, yea?"

"Text me where you want us to meet you," I chuckle along with my boyfriend. "I love you both, goodbye!"

Without waiting, I hang up and throw my phone over to the couch.

"Sometimes they're impossible," I tell my boyfriend before putting my lips to his.

He smiles against me.

When he pulls away, he smacks my butt, "You think I can change out of this tie?"

"I'm going to," I admit as my phone buzzes from the couch. Picking it up, I see a text from Dad saying, 'We'll meet you at Junior's on Broadway at 7.' Chuckling, I hold it up, "It's official, no ties."

"Good," he loosens his tie as he walks backward toward our room with a wicked smile on his face and an arch eyebrow.

Picking up his hint, I lick my lips, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Is it working?"

I don't answer him. I just run over and jump onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he catches me. He backs up to a wall to steady us as I assault him with my lips. How did he get this sexy?

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"Sorry we're late," I tell my parents as we walk up to the outside table and take a seat.

Dad looks up confused, "Where were you?"

Henry looks at me panicked; I shake my head and get comfortable.

"There was traffic," I shrug.

Pops starts to laugh as Henry lowers his head disguising his chuckle as a cough.

Dad furrows his eyebrows and looks over at his husband, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, love," he leans over and kisses my father on his cheek. Pops doesn't drop his smirk, "Was the traffic good?"

I can't help the laugh that escapes. Henry covers his face as his ears turn red.

"What kind of question is that, Damian?" Dad shakes his head, "Traffic is never good."

"Well, I don't know about that," Pops smiles even bigger.

"Alright!" I interrupt and then change the subject. "So why are we sitting outside?"

"Traffic," Pops nods.

Dad gives him a look, but answers me, "It's nice out here. We wanted to enjoy the night."

"You aren't worried about people stopping?" I ask. "I mean, we're on Time Square. It's not exactly private."

"Never bothers me," Pops admits.

Dad looks between us, "If you're ashamed be seen with your old dads, we can go inside."

I look over to my boyfriend and see him give me a look like I'm being unreasonable. He shakes his head to tell me he doesn't mind.

"No, we're alright if you are. You're the ones that will get harassed," I smile at my parents. Picking up a menu, I ask, "Did you guys order already?"

Pops shakes his head and put his arm over the back on Dad's chair, "Nope. We were waiting for you to get here." He picks his glass - filled with what looks like whiskey - up with his free hand and shows us, "But we did get drinks so that maybe later I'll get a little traffic too."

"You didn't even drive, Day," Dad's still not amused.

Pops shrugs, "Maybe not."

"Pops!" I try to yell at him, but I'm chuckling too.

Henry looks at me, "We're not going to live this down, are we?"

"I wouldn't bet on it," Pops agrees toasting his glass to no one before taking a big swig.

Soon the waitress comes over, looking a little timid. She takes our drink order and scurries off quickly. It's a common occurrence around my parents. People recognize them and don't know how to act. They just ignore it the best the can and go on with their night.

It's impossible not to notice the people that try to look like they aren't taking pictures. The ones that go for the trying-to-take-a-selfie-but-catch-you-in-the-background are the most entertaining. It's like they think we can't tell.

It happens every time I'm out with my fathers; sometimes even when I'm by myself. Today they aren't being so discrete. People walk by and take pictures or turn around in their seats to take pictures. It almost feels like being an animal at a zoo. But, I try to ignore it too.

"What do you want for dessert?" Dad asks after we've eaten and are just sitting around the table.

Henry shakes his head, "I think I'm too full."

"No, no, no," Pops leans forward in his chair. "Have you been here?"

My boyfriend shakes his head, "No before tonight."

Pops nods, "Then you need to try the dessert; best in town."

"I don't think I can."

"It'll be worth it, I'm telling you," the British half of my parents continues.

I drape my arm around the back of his chair, "How about we share? Pops isn't going to stop."

"It's true," he concedes with a smile. "I'm ruthless."

Dad swats at his partner, "Leave the boy alone, Day." Then he looks over at us, "But he is right. They have the best cheesecake."

Henry smiles at me, "We'll share."

Shortly thereafter, the dessert comes. The waitress stands there for an extra second looking nervous.

Pops notices first, "Everything okay, babe?"

She's a young lady, probably a just out of high school. She looks like the type that left home to get famous in New York.

"I was just wondering," she looks from him to me, "if you were Sam. I mean," she puts her hands to her face and shakes her head, "obviously you're Sam." Her gaze shift up and she motions her hands to my fathers. "You're here with your dads and Henry."

I'm sure my face is pretty confused. I'm not sure what she's getting at.

"I'm lost here," I admit. "Was there something I could do for you?"

"I was wondering-" she stops and shakes her head again. "More hoping," she corrects herself, "if I could get a picture with you. I mean," her face turns read, "when you're not eating or whatever's easiest." She closes her eyes and takes a breath. Squaring her shoulders and opening her eyes, she looks more pulled together when she continues, "Can I get a picture with you and Henry when you have a second?"

"I can't speak for Henry, but I guess that's fine," I shrug.

To say I'm embarrassed is an understatement. I'm having dinner with my very famous fathers, but this girl wants a picture with me? It's really uncomfortable.

I lean close to Henry's ear and whisper, "You better do this with me."

"I'm in," he says aloud. He clears his throat, "But can we do it now? We kind of have an audience and I'd like to get back to our food."

"Oh gosh," she turns as pink as he does, "I'm so sorry."

"Do you have your phone?" I ask her to try and rectify the situation.

She nods, takes it out of her apron, presses a few buttons, and hands it to me. I then pass it over to Dad and shake my head.

"This is so backwards," I comment as she squats between me and Henry.

I place my around her and feel Henry's on top of mine. Pops leans close to Dad and says, "Say cheese."

We do and Dad takes the picture. He returns the phone a second later and she scurries off pretty quickly. As soon as she's out of sight, I cover my own face.

"That was so embarrassing," I confess. Pulling my hands down, I look over to my parents, "How do you do that?"

"That was pretty nerve racking," Henry agrees.

"You get used to it," Dad smirks giving us his solution.

Pops is very amused by the entire thing. He hasn't said anything, but I can tell by the look on his face.

We're about halfway through our dessert when one finally shows up. We've been having such a great night. I knew it was too good to be true.

"The Ashton men out to dinner!" The paparazzo shouts as he snaps picture after picture. "And you have a new addition! Henry, right?"

"And it was going too well," Pops sighs.

Dad leans in close to us and whispers, "Are you parked close?"

I nod, "A garage a few blocks over."

We all stand from out dinner. The guy snaps pictures as we all hug goodbye.

When Pops kisses Henry on the cheek the man hoots, mocking a British accent, "Getting a little frisky, old chap."

"Are you blind?" I ask the guy.

He literally just kissed my cheek too. Pops kisses everyone goodbye. I think it's a British thing.

"Don't mind him, love," Pops puts his hand to my back and guides us to the exit. He hugs us again for good measure, "We'll see you soon, yea?"

"I'll call you tomorrow," I answer him. "Love you guys."

"We love you, too, son," Dad smiles as he waves.

Grabbing Henry's hand, we walk out and down the sidewalk. Unluckily for us, the guy decides to follow.

"So this is the newest guy, Sam?"

Sighing, I keep hold of my boyfriend's hand and try to keep my head down.

He doesn't stop, "It looks like you've been with this guy for a couple days. Is his time limit almost up?"

I chuckle under my breath a little and squeeze Henry's hand. He responds with the same squeeze. I feel bad he has to go through this.

I finally look up to the paparazzo, "You realize I'm not famous, right?"

"That's where you're wrong, Sammy Boy," he answers as he crabwalks down the sidewalk to try and get pictures. "You make news because of your pretty face."

"You are pretty," Henry agrees from beside me making me smile.

"Even you're boy toy thinks so."

Henry chuckles, "Well, wouldn't I have to? Isn't that part of being a boy toy?"

The guy laughs, "I like this one, Sam."

I look over at my man and nod, "Me too, paparazzo, me too."

Eventually we make it to the garage and the guy has to stop following us. The ride home is comfortably quiet. I don't have much to say and apparently neither does Henry.

When we get there, he doesn't let me apologize. Rather, he tells me that he had a great time and would love to do it again. And by the time we get undressed and ready for bed, I'm more than happy to just cuddle up and fall asleep.

~A/N~

Happy Sunday/St. Patricks Day!

Kind of a filler, but you get some Tophamon... so yay!

I feel like the song on the side really fits their relationship.