My Fair Master ((Gamma & Jiri))

[ode]

Pulling away so the man could answer his AI, Jiri cleared the dishes and put them in the dish sanitizer.

[praiseofblood]

"Yes, I will be there." he said, looking at the Ai before looking at Jiri. "Sorry, I have to return to work." he said to the boy.

[ode]

"Have a safe night," he offered, walking the man to the door.

[praiseofblood]

Gamma nodded to the boy before heading from the room.

[ode]

Jiri went back and made sure there were no crumbs or spills before heading back to sit in front of the tv.

[praiseofblood]

Gamma returned to work with a sigh, the dull look of Jiri's eyes haunting him.

[ode]

The next day was Sunday, the day that Aida Jukar demanded all his children be home for brunch. Jiri was currently sitting in the oversized dining room munching on stuffed french toast as Aida ran back and forth to the stove.

[praiseofblood]

Trey and Wayne sat on either side of him while Cory and Rory sat together with their mate, Silas.

[ode]

It was obvious there was a little tension because of Cory and Rory's mate... But Jiri didn't mind. It must have felt pretty amazing to be mated to two men.

Breakfast ended soon and Jiri retired to the playroom with the kids, getting in the floor and helping make a block castle.

[praiseofblood]

There was a crash from the kitchen, "Dammit Trey!" Came Wayne's screech as he raced after his brother. The seventeen year old skidded into the play room and dove into the ball pit, burying himself in the plastic orbs.

"Where is he?" Wayne demanded, flour in his hair and on his clothes.

[ode]

Jiri raised a brow at his brother and shrugged, bouncing Phillipe on his lap.

Phillipe, however, chose that moment to ask, "Why is Uncle Trey in da balls?"

[praiseofblood]

Wayne growled. "DEATH!" he cried, diving into the ball pit. Trey screamed. Drake walked by the room and shook his head.

[ode]

Jiri jumped back, pulling Phillipe with him as the brothers started brawling. "How about we go play in the pool?" he said, exiting the room as the brothers continued to kill one another.

Later, Jiri had to sigh when he finally returned home. He loved his family but dealing with them was something else.

[praiseofblood]

Gamma was currently being shot at by some half brained criminal. He growled, ordering his men to flank the half mad robber.

[ode]

Jiri dressed slowly. Sundays were usually just his drinking days and was the one day a week where the majority of the clubs he frequented closed. Once dressed in dark, tight clothes, he headed downstairs and down to the local coffee house only to pause when he saw a massive amount of police cars surrounding it.