Tulsa had been fun, Sebastian wasn't even pretending it hadn't been. But being back in Royal and picking up his son, even if a little sleepy and grumpy, was the definite highlight of the weekend. Closely followed by knowing Chris would be coming by in a few. "He's probably gonna be a blubbering idiot about it," Sebastian told his son, biting the baby's foot softly while snapping the straps of the fresh diaper closed. And now for the master piece. Something that had been on Sebastian's mind for a while (too long, probably), and that he needed to put out there in a way Chris would hopefully finally understand. And maybe also as an apology. Sebastian knew he had been not at his best since Chris had left the hospital, stuck somewhere between snappy and clingy. But the double-whammy of thinking for nearly a week that he had lost Chris emotionally only to be followed up by thinking Chris had managed to kill himself? Fuck it, he had needed some time to come to terms with that. So he had hovered and hadn't laughed at jokes and Chris just had to deal with it. Tonight, thought, tonight he wanted to be done with that. It had been long enough and god, he knew he needed to let it go. So, the future was on the menu for the evening, starting with Zander as his best asset (though that was universally true, not just for the night). "Hey," Sebastian beamed at Chris when he opened the door, greeting his guy with a long but gentle kiss. "Go hit up the sofa, I just need a second." And it really was only a second, Zander all bundled up in the onesie specifically for the day and freshly changed and fed, in the crib in his room at Sebastian's place for the very first time which was a thrill in and off itself. Still, he carried Zander right back out, hovering a moment on the stairs just happy. He wasn't sure why Tulsa had given him this kind of serene feeling, but he couldn't help it and really, why should he. "Here, pretty sure he missed you nearly as much as I did," Sebastian smiled when placing Zander in Chris' arms, a mix of scared excitement racing over his body. He didn't even bother with sitting on the couch himself, instead kneeling on the floor, close to his two favorite guys. “I’m sorry for the last two weeks. Honestly, over it now, too. And I just ... family time tonight, yeah? You need to know, Chris, this is what I see when I look at him, ok? No doubt about it.”

“Hey,” Seb hoped he looked as happy as he felt when he opened the door to Chris, Zan on his still naked chest and only wearing boxers and one sock.  He felt a slight blush creeping on his cheeks.  “Please pretend I don’t look like I’m losing it.” 

He was back to stumbling, shouldering his way out of the delivery room with his hair a mess, hands freshly washed and still pretty much high as hell on ... life. His eyes were a little bit frantic, half his focus straining back into the room behind him, waiting to hear another whimper from his son. The nurse had brought him back not long ago, swaddled up in a blanked and currently thoroughly enjoying his very first meal. The first time Sebastian had felt like he was able to tear himself away from Can and his son, he had made his way out. To find ... “Chris,” whoa, his voice sounded rough, but he was smiling, fucking beaming, even though he still felt shaky as hell. “It’s ... he ... it’s a boy. Chris I got a son.” 

@chrisnotcap-evans

“Uhm, hey,” Where was the easy smile? The plans and convictions that he’d had in mind coming here? No, instead his eyes were dropping to Chris’ lips, warmth flooding him remembering the hours he’d spend exploring them. Look away, you fucking idiot! He told himself, practically ripping his gaze away and focusing on a picture frame somewhere behind Chris. “Kinda missed ya this week,” It still slipped out, and he should probably just give up, lay on the ground like Dodger and admit defeat. He slowly looked back to Chris, color on his cheeks and a careful smile, nearly apologetic, curving his mouth upward, finally. “I’ll ... uh ... I’ll just walk ... inside.”