Momma To Be, Finally.

"G-Gimme a sec,..."
He was trying to make it stop bleeding, he was getting light headed..

Barry noticed the tone in his voice. He asked Kyndal to hold Brice for a moment which he did and then he went to check on Trever.
"You fucking retard." He shook his head and helped him stop the blood.

Trever just whined, leaning on his best friend.
"Now i dont feel so good..."

"You are such a retard Trever." He sighed, wiping some blood up. "Your child is mean too."

"I-I didnt mean to cut so deep, and then I scared Brice..Im sorry about that." He nodded, he hadn't meant to. "Which one?"

"Dalton." He nodded, presing a towel to the cut and holding it there.

"How is Dalton mean?" He had expected Joss, he spoiled the hell out of them and Joss just took after Trever with his meanness.

"well... maybe it was the other. Hell I don't know. But one of them is mean to my baby." He pouted.

"He didnt hurt it or anything did he?" Trever asked lightly.
He didnt even want to think about that...
barry might now ever forgive him.

"No. If he did I would be killing your ass instead of helping you. He just sort of swatted at him." He nodded.

Trever frowned lightly, tugging away from his friend and stepped off.
"Okay, go get your kid, im fine."

"I'm not gonna let you die dipshit. Now c'mere, lemme see your arm."

"Barry. Go." Trever snapped at him, walking off to be alone right outside.
For some reason....
The thought of Barry hurting him...made his heart ache....
No, he was not scared...Just....
Barry was his best friend...
His only other family besides Rhett really...

Barry sighed softly, shaking his head at Trever and going to hold his baby

Rhett frowned, standing and venturing outside to go see if his brother was alright.
Brice was watching Joss and Dalton play with a Teddy Bear Trever had gotten them.

Barry frowned and handed Brice one of his small rattles he liked to play with.

Brice shook the rattle, giving a delighted giggle as he heard the noise.
Joss looked up, his face changing to a frown, he once again poked his brother and pointed at Brice.
He wanted the rattle...
As soon as Barry turned his back...

Barry smiled softly at his child, playfully shaking the rattle himself.

Brice squealed softly, his tiny hand resting on his fathers as he watched the rattle.
Soon Rhett had stepped back in, he was cooking and Trever, sat quietly with him in the kitchen.

After a moment, Barry set Brice down in his carrier to go check on Trever.

And Joss grinned, nudging his brother and crawling over to Brice, snatching the rattle the baby had been happily occupied with.
Brice just gave with a look, his big eyes filling with tears as Joss teased him with the rattle, tapping him on top of the head with it.

IF Barry would have seen, oh he would have shoved the fucking rattle up Joss's little bratty ass. You did not mess with his baby.

Brice whined, reaching up for his rattle only to have Joss giggle and pop him on the forehead with it.
Brice's face turned a bright pink as he reached again for his rattle.
Once again, Joss pulled it again and popped him with it.
Brice stopped, just staring before he gave a tiny wail.

Barry immediately raced into the room, glaring at Joss. It was a scary look really, his eyes blazing, his nostrils flaring. It could have scared a grown man, this was a one year old. He scooped Brice up and roughly snatched the rattle, giving it back to Brice and cooing softly to him, going back and glaring at Trever.
"You control your brat." He snapped.

Trever glared back at him, growling softly.
"First off, you dont fucking snatch at my child like that. Secondly, you can not leave your BRAT alone. He is fucking five months, They are one. They can move. Watch your damn kid."