"Good to see you, too, son," Quinn said happily. He'd missed his boys! Although, the time away with just him and Jenny had been rejuvenating, as well.
Smiling at Quentin, he said, "You too, come over here and give me a big hug."
Quentin laughed as his Dad pulled him into a big hug.
"Hey Dad, I was meaning to ask you. Do you mind if Quentin moves in with us?"
"It's not the same without him," Quinn said, fully meaning it. He couldn't imagine his life without his three boys. Even though none of them were fully related, they considered themselves the Three Musketeers. Quincy was his & Jenny's son, Quentin was his & Camilla's son & their youngest, Kurt, who was away at college, was Jenny's & Curtis's son. What a messy web all their deceit had caused.
"Oh yeah, like I was worried!"
Quincy punched at Quentin's arm. "Froggy punch! Please! You know I'm the favorite son!"
"Froggy punch back!" Quentin called as he sucker punched Quincy's shoulder. "He likes me way more!"
"Jenny!" Quentin said greeting her.
Quincy was soon on the phone inviting some friends over to party now that they were back in town.
"Sure," Sophie smiled. "Anywhere but Midnight Flows!"
"Really? I heard that was the hip new club!" Quentin said, surprised.
Sophie made a face. "Yeah, but I work there," she said grinning.
"Ah, that makes sense!" Quentin laughed. "Anywhere by Midnight Flows, it is!" Turning to Kurt, he called out, "Hey, you coming?"
He just wanted to keep things light and casual...
Hearing the doorbell, he headed towards his future.
Sophie reached up and pressed a kiss on his palm. "I can't stop thinking about you, either."
Camilla smiled. "I'm glad you're happy here," she told him. "You always were your father's child!"
Quentin kissed her cheek. "I'm your child, too! But, now! A toast!"
A chorus of cheers rang out as family & friends chimed in.
Quinn made a noncomittal sound.
"I think it was pretty quick, but they seem really good together," she added.
"Uh huh," Quinn said as he flipped the page on the newspaper.
Camilla sighed when she realized that Quinn wasn't going to comment on it.
"Oh?! Now you have time for me?" Quincy asked sullenly.
"What's the matter with you?" Quentin asked, put out.
"Nothing. It's just sappy, that's all! You should have seen Mom & Dad acting like teenagers making out & then scurrying to their room to do it..."
Quinn reached over and patted the wood. "Yup, good solid wood & freshly oiled hinges."
"You did not oil the hinges did you?!" Camilla asked in surprise.
"Sure! Wanted to keep this baby in top form!"
Camilla giggled. "You are such a silly, silly man!" Quinn bent over at the waist. "Quinn! What are you doing?"
It wasn't until he'd toppled over completely that Jenny had known something was seriously wrong...