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Buck shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek at the thought of talking about it. “There’s nothing to talk about, Cap. I- I was too much to handle. It was clear he wasn't excited about me bringing Theo into our lives. He- Eddie just hasn’t found a way to, uh, to tell me that he wants a divorce. I- I guarantee that’s the problem, that’s what we’re hurdling toward.” He felt the tears welling behind his eyes and blinked them away, trying to keep himself from falling apart in the loft of the firehouse. There was a 24 hour shift to get through, he couldn't break down into a sobbing mess right now. "It…it doesn't matter though. I found a little house for Theo and I. It…it's not much, but it's big enough we both have a bedroom and it won't break my bank account too much each month with rent." He wiped at his eyes, biting the inside of his lip.

The way Eddie’s head was tilted back left his throat fully exposed, his eyes fluttering closed as he attempted to take a deep breath. “Still misbehaving?” A new voice entered the room, a hand slowly finding its way to wrap around his neck, just tight enough to cause breathing to be difficult. “I think we’re finally getting somewhere.” Buck murmured, his hold on Eddie’s hair loosening as Tommy’s hold on his throat stayed firm. “Just had to knock him down a few pegs. Remind him he isn’t the boss here.” Eddie let out a whimper as he felt his dick start to stir in his pants. “Oh, is baby girl getting turned on by this?” He could hear the smirk just from Tommy’s voice. “Too bad he’s misbehaved. He doesn’t get to cum tonight until we let him, isn’t that right Evan?” The eldest member of the polycule moved to stand behind Eddie, the sound of kissing soon filling the room. “Exactly. Maybe he’ll learn his lesson this time.” Evan replied, his voice already sounding strained. Eddie squirmed the best he could, the ropes digging into wrists and ankles as he watched the scene unfold on the bed. Buck and Tommy were having sex without him. He couldn't even touch himself, just had to sit there and watch it.

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Tommy nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know, I know. It's just…a lot, Evan. I've never really been a parent before. My dad wasn't exactly a good example of what to be, and Chris is old enough that I don't know how to parent a young child. Chris is…he's 16, Evan. I don't know what to do with young kids or even how to help Eddie through his pregnancy." There was a tone of unsurity and desperation as he spoke, causing Buck to cup Tommy's face in his hands. "Tommy, we've gotten him through six months of his pregnancy. Yes, it might be getting tough right now but we've gotten him this far. It won't take much more to get him over the finish line." He lightly kissed Tommy's lips, grinning as he did. "We've got this. Finish making his snack and then we can keep sorting through all those baby clothes we were given."

It took a few minutes for Buck to get to a point where he could get a few words out. “Eddie…I miss him.” He choked out, pressing his face further into Bobby’s shoulder. “I feel him here with me. It’s…I feel so close to him here.” The heavy tears slid down Buck’s cheeks, staining both his skin and Bobby’s shirt. “It makes sense that you feel close to him here.” Bobby began pulling away just enough to look down at Buck. For as large of a man as Evan Buckley was, he looked absolutely tiny at the moment. “This is where you two met and bonded. This was where all your important moments seemed to happen.” His voice stayed soft as he tried his best to help Buck through his emotions. “Just because he isn’t physically here though doesn’t mean we can’t think or talk about him. I know it hurts, Buck, I went through the same pain when I lost Marcy and the kids, but it’ll help to talk about him. Even if you’re just talking about memories you two shared, it’ll help you to not fall into a dark place in life.”

Shifting just slightly, he let out a soft groan before realizing something felt…wrong. The sheets were directly on his skin. Now, don’t misunderstand him. Eddie Diaz has nothing against sleeping in the nude, but he only did that after… Holy fuck, who did he hook up with last night after the fight?? A groan behind him catches his attention as an arm pulls his back flush against a chest, a pair of lips kissing behind his ear. “You’re thinking too hard. Go back to sleep.” The gruff, half asleep voice muttered as the grip tightened around his waist. That voice…that voice was familiar to him. Even through the haze of the hangover he was nursing, Eddie clearly recognized that voice. Tommy. He had hooked up with Tommy.

Instinctually, he wanted to run and hide. Buck didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be acknowledged. Realistically, he knew that wasn’t possible now that he was at work for his shift. He took a deep breath and turned around, his eyes slowly rising to meet Bobby’s. “Buck, you can go home if you need to.” Bobby started, moving to stand and take a step toward Buck, who waved him off. “I can’t go back, Bobby. I just…I can’t be alone in that house.” He bit the inner portion of his cheek and shook his head, trying to stave off the tears. “At first I didn’t want to ever leave the house and now…now I can’t be in that house alone.” A tear fell down his cheek and he wiped away anymore before they could fall. “Don’t send me home. I need to be here, to focus on anything else but my life crashing down around me.”

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A sigh escaped Tommy as he closed his own textbook. "I can hope they won't take Chris. I mean, think about it Evan…there isn't much you and I can do. Legally, we have no rights to Chris. He's not ours biologically and we aren't married to Eddie to have step parents rights to Chris. You and I…we're just the emotional support right now." He groaned and threw his head back, wincing at the thunk from where he misjudged how close he was to the wall. "All we can do is be there for Eddie and support him through this shit with his parents. Hopefully at the end of it, we still have Chris here with us instead of packing his bags and sending him off to live with his grandparents." He grabbed Buck's hands and tugged him across the couch. "We have to stay strong through this for Eddie. The last thing we want to do is let ourselves fall apart when Eddie's already struggling like this. We help him with whatever he needs but we don't push the matter more than what needs to be done, okay?" He cupped Buck's face in his hands, giving him a look. "We do what we need to do to help Eddie with this. We make sure he keeps custody of Chris by proving he's a damn good father who can balance life, school and being a father."

Helena and Ramon shared a look with one another before Helena dug around in her purse, pulling out a large manila envelope. "Eddie, we just…we think this is for the best. It'll be the best for everyone involved." He took the envelope and opened it, his eyes scanning the papers that fell out. "You…no, no this isn't happening." His eyes were wide and wild as he looked at his parents, his hands shaking. "You aren't taking my child. You aren't going to steal him to get a redo for how you fucked up the girls and I. He's my son!" As Eddie's voice grew louder, his emotions taking over to the point he couldn't control his volume or how his hands were shaking, Chris began to cry. "See, Eddie. You can't control your emotions and it made him upset! This is why he needs to live with us in El Paso, not here on a college campus in Los Angeles!" Helena threw back, moving to pick up Chris, who was beginning to crawl away completely.

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His eyes glanced at the trio, though his head never turned to face them directly. He kept his head pointed downward, trying to hide the pain that was still obvious in his blue eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about it with anyone. He took another sip of coffee and went to dash back down the stairs, the calling out of, “Buckley” behind him freezing him in his tracks. Instinctually, he wanted to run and hide. Buck didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be acknowledged. Realistically, he knew that wasn’t possible now that he was at work for his shift. He took a deep breath and turned around, his eyes slowly rising to meet Bobby’s. “Buck, you can go home if you need to.” Bobby started, moving to stand and take a step toward Buck, who waved him off. “I can’t go back, Bobby. I just…I can’t be alone in that house.” He bit the inner portion of his cheek and shook his head, trying to stave off the tears. “At first I didn’t want to ever leave the house and now…now I can’t be in that house alone.” A tear fell down his cheek and he wiped away anymore before they could fall. “Don’t send me home. I need to be here, to focus on anything else but my life crashing down around me.”