The next morning Justin wakes up to the sound of voices. Staggering out of bed, he puts on a robe before venturing towards the noise. “Hey, did we wake you?” Molly asks with a smile. Justin blinks, “Yes.” “Oh, sorry,” she remarks before gesturing to her new friends, “You remember Adriaan, right? This is his sister Abigal, and this is Casper, Sofie and Joep. Abigal takes classes at Dansgroep Krisztina too, isn’t that wild?” “Totally,” Justin deadpans, wondering where Brian is. Reading his mind, Molly answers, “Brian went to pick up some breakfast.” He left me with annoying teenagers? I’ll kill him. “Oh.” Adriaan smiles at him and Justin forces a cordial smile back. The teenager had come over earlier last night to take Molly to the movies. Of course Justin dragged Brian out the door twenty minutes later to sneak into the theater once the movie had started. And as much as Brian teased him about spying, the brunette had enough sense to keep his mouth shut once the fifteen year old put his arm over Molly’s shoulder. Yep, Brian actually straightened up in his chair and started glaring. Justin found it fairly amusing. And though Adriaan did bring Molly home at a decent hour, Justin wasn’t sure what to make of this sudden blossoming relationship between his thirteen year old sister and a recently turned fifteen year old. Ignoring the pot of coffee, Justin returns to his room and heads straight to the bathroom to wash up. He knew he’d have to be alert to deal with a group of adolescences. He can hear them laughing and quickly turns on the water to drown out the sounds. He never was much of a morning person. Not to mention he didn’t sleep well the night before. Between Brian making business calls in the other room to waking up countless times through-out the night for unknown reasons, Justin was tired and annoyed. Twenty minutes later, he returns to the kitchen dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, ready for coffee. “Goedemorgen,” the teens greet. Justin forces a smile back, “Goedemorgen,” and immediately gulps down a large amount of coffee. “Where exactly did Brian go to get breakfast?” Molly shrugs, “He didn’t say,” looking at the clock, she adds, “but it’s been almost an hour.” “Wonderful,” Justin mutters. “We’re going to go to the park, do you want to come?” Adriaan asks. Justin sighs, wishing his had more patience this morning, “No thank you,” noticing his sister’s rollerblades by the door, he comments, “Maybe next time.” Of course that’s a lie, but he smiles at his sister to let her know that he’s trying. She smiles back and for a moment Justin feels a sense of peace. Maybe everything will work out after all. The front door opens and Brian walks in carrying bags of food. Sofie is the first to stand up, “Food!” Placing the carry-out containers on the counter, Brian stands back as the hoard of teens suddenly appear with plates and utensils and quickly start putting pancakes and waffles and bagels onto their plates before bustling to the table to sit down and eat. “Wow.” Justin states as the whirlwind leaves, “Is there anything left for us?” Laughing, Brian returns to the front door to pull out the bag he left sitting in the hall, “Yep.” “Genius,” Justin announces, taking the bag from him and lightly kissing his husband on the lips. With a smile, Brian stands behind his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist as Justin empties the bag. “When are the brats leaving?” “After they eat I’m assuming.” “Good.” “Do you have something planned?” Justin asks with a knowing grin. “Maybe. If you’re up for it that is.” With a frown, Justin laughs, “Um, okay, you and I are obviously thinking about two different things.” He chuckles and pulls out a few brochures from a couple of art galleries, “There’s a lot of art galleries here.” “I know.” “And agents too.” “Uh-huh,” Justin comments as he pours the maple syrup onto his pancakes. “You haven’t drawn or painted much since…” “I know.” “I thought maybe going to some of these galleries and talking to some artists might inspire you.” Justin scoffs and begins to stab his pancake with his fork. “I think it’s dead, Justin,” Brian gestures to the stabbed meal. With a half-smile, Justin takes a bite of it. “Delicious. Have some,” he brings the fork to his husband’s lips. “Fuck, Justin, do you have any idea how many calories and fat that has?” “Speaking of which, where’s the whipped cream?” Molly tosses the bottle at her brother, who catches it in surprise. Turning to Brian, he notes, “We need more rooms.”