Aiden was sprawled out on the bed, his camera in his hand. He lazily snapped pictures of Oliver as he stood at the end of their bed, looking at himself in their wall mirror. He was so intent on getting his tie perfectly tied that he hadn't noticed his fiancé snapping away.

"You know it's just our friends coming over, right?" he asked from the bed.

Oliver nodded but his eyes didn't leave the mirror. "It doesn't hurt to dress up a little."

Aiden looked down at his six-year-old shirt with the rips in the sleeve and shrugged. "When we go out, do people think you are just nice and helping me because I'm homeless?"

Oliver laughed. "I'm sure it's been thought at some point. Even I have wondered."

"Hey!" Aiden yelled at him. He laughed. "You're mean."

"You do dress a like you're on your way to a Kanye West fashion show," Oliver commented.

Aiden shrugged. "His clothes are worth thousands of dollars, so really it's a compliment."

Oliver finally turned away from the mirror. "I would ask why you are taking photos of me, but I know you way too well."

"You look sexy in a suit," Aiden told him.

"I knew you'd say that."

Aiden jumped from the bed, leaving his camera on the sheets. "Did you now?"

Oliver wrapped his hands behind Aiden's back. "Yes I did." He kissed Aiden.

"Should I change?" Aiden asked seriously.

Oliver shook his head. "Heck no."

"You find the homeless look sexy?"

Oliver laughed. He pulled at the edges of Aiden's ripped tee. "I find you sexy, no matter what you're wearing."

Aiden liked that answer. "Although I wish we could stand here and flirt for the rest of our lives, I think Ava should be here soon. We should go downstairs."

Oliver pressed his body closer to Aiden's. "We still have a few minutes..."

Aiden pushed at Oliver's shoulders playfully. "Keep your mind clean, buddy. We've got a child in the house."

"Rosie is hardly a child, plus she wouldn't hear us."

"This place is almost one giant room of course she would!"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. Let's go be good hosts."

Aiden slipped his camera over his head and then pulled Oliver by his hand downstairs. They were greeted with the image of Rosie on the couch with Oscar. His huge head was resting on her lap and she was stroking his back absentmindedly as she watched Netflix. It was only a second later that their other dog, Max, jumped up on the couch with them. He was only half the size of Oscar, but his long fur seemed to make up for the difference.

"You should go get dressed," Oliver told her as they walked down the stairs.

Rosie didn't even look up from her show. "I am dressed, doofus."

Aiden sometimes thought that Rosie was more likely to be related to him than to Oliver. Rosie's torn leggings and baggy shirt was the same outfit he had seen her in the day before. He was beginning to think this girl was the female version of himself.

The doorbell rang and Aiden walked back over towards the staircase to answer it. He was suddenly holding containers of food. "Hi girls," he greeted her behind the boxes. He pulled his arms down so that he could see.

Ava and Francesca stood in his doorway with even more boxes in their own hands. He wondered if they were really hosting this dinner party if Ava was the one cooking all the food.

"Can we please take these to the kitchen, I think my arms are going to fall off," Francesca muttered.

They placed the containers on the kitchen bench. Ava got straight to work, pulling pots and pans out from drawers and turning on the burners all at once. Francesca hugged Aiden.

"How's life as the worlds most talked about photographer?" she asked.

"The same," he muttered with a smile. "How's everything with you?"

"It's perfect," she said and sent a smile towards Ava.

Oliver walked over to them, Alice and Robert in toe. Aiden hugged them both. Robert still looked like he had just returned from a popup café in some back alley with his bowtie and maroon coloured beanie.

"You do know its summer, don't you?" Aiden asked him as he poked at the beanie.

Robert laughed and swatted his hand away.

Chase and Emerson walked through the front door, two bottles of wine in Emerson's hand. "It isn't a true dinner party until there's wine," she said as they joined the group in the kitchen.

Chase engulphed Aiden in a hug. "I've missed you!" he said.

"We had lunch yesterday!" Aiden said as he hugged his best friend back.

"Remember the days when we would eat pizza at eight in the morning and just talk about life?"

"Maybe its healthier that we don't do that anymore?" Aiden asked.

Chase shrugged. "You're probably right. We weren't good influences on each other."

Aiden's mind was filled with countless memories of he and Chase in that little apartment. "But damn, did we have some fun times though."

"We sure did."

The eight of them got into conversation and Aiden didn't even realise that Eden was late until her name appeared on his phone.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"In your driveway," she said in amusement. "I have too many bags can you come out and help me?"

"Sure thing."

Aiden made his way outside. He saw Eden with her head inside of the boot of her range rover. She had a pile of blue bags on the floor next to her feet.

"Who knew that babies required so much stuff?" Eden said with a laugh when she saw him.

Aiden swung a bag over his shoulder. "Should I get the little guy out?" he asked.

Eden nodded. Aiden opened the car door. "Owen!" he tickled the little boy. "I haven't seen you in three days and oh, look, you've grown!"

Owen giggled and mumbled something incoherent. The little boy looked like an exact copy of Eden. He had pale skin and dark hair just like her, with high cheek bones and fat little lips that seemed to always be pouting. The only thing that reminded him of Pierce was Owen's bright blue eyes.

Aiden was glad that Eden had moved into their neighbourhood. Shortly after having Owen she told the boys she wanted to move, to start fresh. They had told her about a house for sale in their neighbourhood and within a month she was out of New York and living two blocks away from them.

Aiden unlatched the car seats straps and pulled Owen from the car. He threw him up into the air and the one-and-a-half-year-old laughed and smiled.

"He's going to throw up on you," Eden said with a laugh.

Aiden just threw him in the air again. "You wouldn't barf on your favourite uncle, now would you?"

Eden laughed and pushed him in the direction of the house. "Is Rosie here?" she asked.

"Isn't she always?"

Eden shrugged. "True enough."

They walked into the house. Eden dropped her bags at the door with a sigh. Aiden looked up to see Rosie running at him. She pulled Owen out of his arms and cooed at him.

"Rude," Aiden muttered. He didn't really mind, he knew how much Rosie loved Owen.

"Owen needs hugs from his Auntie Rosie," Rosie said in a baby voice. Rosie didn't wait for a response, instead she ran over to the couch and started talking to Owen.

"Rosie's going to come with us to New York next week," Eden told Aiden.

"Why are you going to New York?" he asked.

"Pierce's scheduled visit," she explained. "Rosie wants to see him too. Now that his parents see him as an embarrassment, they don't visit him very much anymore. I told her about the visit and she asked me if she could tag along."

"What did Orson and Adelaide say?"

"They didn't care," Eden replied. "They've never been hands on parents and since she stopped letting them dress her up as their little doll, they haven't showed much interest in her. I doubt they even know where she is right now."

"She deserves better."

"She has better," Eden replied. "You and Oliver are the best parents she could ask for."

"I'm six years older than her."

"You know what I mean."

Aiden sighed. "I do."

"Anyway, she really misses Pierce and I think it would be good for them to spend some time together."

Aiden sighed. "He is her brother. I get it."

"He wasn't a good husband, but he's been a good brother to her, and a good father to Owen."

Aiden nodded. She was right. Pierce had his downfalls, but he had been involved in Owen's life from day one. "He would have been an even better father to Owen if you two were still together," Aiden realised suddenly.

Eden placed her hand on his arm. "Don't say that. I'm thankful every day that the photo got out."

"You are?"

Eden didn't hesitate. "Of course, I am! I wasn't happy with Pierce. I really wasn't. I didn't know he was cheating on me, but even when I found out I wasn't surprised. I'm thankful every day that I don't wake up in that overpriced apartment next to a cheating husband. Owen is happy, he's great. He's had two father figures in his life since day one."

"Us?"

Eden nodded. "You and Oliver love that boy more than words."

Aiden looked over at Rosie and Owen playing happily on the couch. "We do."

Aiden glanced over at the people in the kitchen, talking loudly with bright smiles on their faces. He no longer saw them as friends, he saw them as family.

Aiden loved the family he had stumbled upon. Through fate alone he had ended up with an entirely new family of people who loved him and who he loved back just as greatly. He had Rosie, the sister he never had. He had Owen and Eden, who had become so much a part of his life that he couldn't imagine not watching Owen grow up. He had Ava, Francesca, Robert and Alice. They were friends who had started out as Oliver's people and somehow, merged into his own as well. Then there was Chase and Emerson, his best friend for as long as he could remember and the love of Chase's life. These were the people who shaped his life, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

I hope you all enjoyed this one shot! It was so much fun to write! Comment what you thought and remember to vote!!