**Devin's POV**
"Dev?" I woke up slowly to Matt's warm breath on my neck and gentle whisper in my ear. "Devin, wake up." He sang. "Anybody in there?" He pried one of my eye lids open and stared down at me in amusement.
I hissed and pushed him away. "Dammit, Matt! What do you want from me?" I groaned, holding my eye.
"I want you to wake up!" He whined childishly. "And..." He whispered seductively, crawling closer to me on the bed. "I want you to kiss me."
I giggled gaily as he brought his lips down on mine. He tried to deepen the kiss, but I pushed him away. He pouted and I laughed, getting out of bed. "Ya know, it didn't take you long to get used to... well, us." I gestured.
"Is that a bad thing?" He questioned, walking to his dresser and pulling on a fresh pair of pants.
"Definitely, not. But, really? Is it that easy for you?" I wasn't complaining, but had to take longer than that to... be gay? I don't really know how to say it. He seemed so okay with showing affection wherever and whenever.
"Well, yeah, it's easy. I just wanna kiss you, so I do. Just like I would in any relationship. But, it feels a lot better hugging you than it does anybody else." He finished as he pulled me into his chest and rested his forehead against my neck. I sighed happily and leaned into him. "So, should we call Regan now, or what?" He inquired sheepishly.
"If she hasn't called by noon, you call her, okay?"
He nodded and pulled away from me. "Wanna go out for breakfast?"
"Sure," I smiled up at him. He placed a small kiss on my cheek and I went to put some clothes on. Matt met me at the door on our way out. "Where to?"
He scrunched his face in thought adorably. "Surprise." He winked and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the apartment.
The ride to the restaurant was filled with a comfortable silence. It was obvious to me where we were going, but I'd never tell Matt that. He seemed quite pleased with himself as we pulled into the lot of my favorite restaurant, so I didn't want to ruin his happiness.
When he stopped the car, he raced out and while I stared at him in confusion, he sped around the car and opened my door before I could. I blushed and chuckled, standing and kissing him softly on the lips. His face reddened as well before he smirked and pulled me into the diner.
We sat down at a booth in the corner of the small establishment and ordered a bunch of pancakes. We used to come here every Sunday, before the boys came along. It felt good to do things we used to do. The triplets and work took up all of our time, and it was great to get just a few moments to have things like they had been. Except, somehow, these moments felt better now.
Our food arrived and Matt immediately covered his pancakes with mountains of whipped cream. His expression was kind of humorous; like a kid with tons of candy. After a few bites, I found that I was more interested in watching him than I was with eating my own food.
He caught me staring and blinked innocently, "What?"
If you've ever looked at someone and just had, like, a realization of 'Wow, I really freaking love you a lot,' then you know how I feel about Matt every time I think about him.But, in moments like this, I sometimes think my heart will explode.
"I love you," I whispered dreamily, reaching out to wipe a bit of whipped cream from the corner of his mouth. He smiled shyly and looked back down at his near empty plate. I giggled softly, picking up my fork to finish my pancakes.
"Hey." He said. I looked up to see he was now sitting very close to me. My eyes widened and my breath caught at the look in his eyes. Their normal gray had darkened into something much more intense. "I love you, too." He muttered gently, leaning down and touching his lips to mine tenderly.
I've never found it more difficult breathe in my entire life.
**Matt's POV**
I huffed in annoyance as I called Regan again. After three missed calls I was beginning to get a little immensely pissed!
"Devin! What's the address she gave you? I'm going over there. This is bullshit!" I spat furiously.
Devin scurried to the kitchen and came back with a sticky pad with an address scribbled sloppily onto it. "I'm coming with you." He said timidly yet with finality.
"Okay, well, come on." I sighed heatedly. We walked down to the car and Devin had to nearly run to keep up with my long strides.
Devin didn't go through the normal routine of trying to calm me down on the way there. I think we both knew nothing could calm me down except having the boys with me.
"Can you believe this?" I nearly screamed. "One time!! They stay with her one time,and she does this!"
Dev sighed. "Matt, you don't actually know that she's done anything."
"My ass!" I seethed. "If you have my kids, you better answer the damned phone when I call! I knew this was a bad idea! You insisted, but I knew this wouldn't end well!"
"Are you actually blaming this on me?!" He gasped incredulously.
Anger was radiating from me in waves, and, at this point, I really didn't care what came out of my mouth. "Well, I didn't want them to go with her! I said it was a bad idea! But, you were just set on believing that she was going to be a good mother. She wanted to make up for her mistakes. You should've just listened to me -- your best friend -- and not some bitch that left her babies with a father that knew shit about how to raise kids!"
He took a deep breath and looked out the window, obviously trying to bite back a retort to my explosion. "Look," He started calmly, "we don't even know if anything is wrong, okay? Let's save the fighting and panicking for when we get there."
I glared straight ahead without replying. I glanced at the address on the console and made a sharp turn. Soon after, we pulled into the lot of an apartment complex even worse than ours. The entire place looked like it should've been condemned years ago. I checked the apartment number and rushed to find it. Devin jogged behind to keep up.
I found the room and began pounding on the door. I heard rustling behind the door over the sound of my fist beating the door. "I'm coming, dammit!!" An angry deep voice called. I continued knocking relentlessly until it flew open. "What?" The guy barked. His hair was disheveled and he looked like he'd just woken up.
"Is Regan here?" I growled.
"Regan? I haven't seen Regan in a week." He mumbled, pushing the door closed again.
I caught it with my hand before he could shut me out. "Do you know how I could find her? It's kind of important." I snapped.
He sighed. "I don't know. You try her cell?"
"Of course, I called her! I'm not stupid!"
The guy rolled his eyes. "Both of her cell phones?"
I paused. "I didn't know she had two."
"Right. She doesn't like people to have the second. I'll call her." He stepped back into the apartment and dug around for a minute. He pulled up a small phone and dialled a number before pulling it to his ear. "Hey, Regan? Yeah, I got some guys here looking for you..." He stopped and looked up at me cautiously. "Uh, yeah... Hello? Regan?" He looked down at his mobile, then back at me. "She hung up on me."
I groaned. "You don't know where she could be?"
He shook his head. "Why do you want to find her?" He inquired.
"She has my kids." I mumbled angrily.
His face paled. "Wait, who are you?"
"Why?" I asked in confusion.
"You're the guy she told me about! You've got to be fucking kidding me. She really did it..." He muttered, suddenly looking really distressed.
"What are you talking about?"
"She said something about getting her kids back, 'cause a single mom with triplets would get a big check every month. I didn't think she was serious. I told her it was ridiculous." He looked around frantically. "God, she's so stupid." He growled.
"Are you saying she just took them?" Devin asked from behind me.
The guy shrugged. "I have no idea! She's really dug herself in deep this time."
"I'm calling the police." I informed Devin in a low voice, sparking dangerously with anger.
I'm trying to decide if I like this chapter. Anyway, it's dedicated to KeithTyler for being awesome!