The door opened with a bang and Mathias entered the house with a howl. "I'm HOME!" he called out.
"You don't need to yell, I'm right here," Lukas stated coldly, but a soft smile graced his lips as he walked from the living room into Mathias's waiting arms. "Welcome back, Mat. How was Las Vegas?"
Mathias pecked Lukas's cheek as he hugged. "It was amazing, but I'm glad to be home. I missed you," he answered, smiling into the Norwegian man's hair.
Lukas pulled back and reached for his coat. "Your timing is either really good or really bad. I was just about to leave on some errands. I'll be back in a couple hours."
Mathias pulled Lukas into one last embrace before waving him out. He carried his suitcase to the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. "Damn, I missed you Luke," he muttered with a giddy smile.
He simply laid like that for a while, breathing in the scent of home until his phone suddenly buzzed and blasted the text ringtone. He rolled over and grabbed his phone, muting the volume and looking to see who wanted to talk to him so badly.
"Amelia?" he said, confused. "What do you want, Jones? We just spent a week together in Vegas, at least give me some time to settle in," he muttered and opened the texts. As he scrolled through them, he gradually went pale and began to feel sick. "No way..." he croaked. He opened the picture Amelia had sent him and stared at it for a long time. He finally texted her back and said, "I think you should come over here."
Less than ten minutes later the doorbell rang and Mathias stumbled to open the door. Amelia stood there in her typical bomber jacket, knotted shirt, and green skirt. However, her hair was messy and her eyes were red, and she held a blue folder tightly in her hands. Mathias ushered her inside and sat her down on the bed.
"H-Here..." she said numbly and held out the folder. Mathias took it with shaking hands.
The handwriting on the marriage form was clumsy and scrawled, but it was recognisable as Mathias and Amelia's.
Mathias set the form down on the bed and stepped back. He looked at Amelia and at the form and at Amelia again.
"The date is the second day of our trip, when we did all the bar hopping," Amelia said quietly.
"We must have gotten pretty damn drunk then!" Mathias snapped. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands.
"I don't like this any more than you!" Amelia jumped up, tears filling her eyes. "I don't want to be married, and even if I did I would want to be sober to remember it!"
Mathias clenched his fists as though he were about to snap a reply, but his body suddenly went lax, and his hands began to shake. "W-We have to tell Lukas..."
He looked up and saw Amelia go pale. She locked eyes with his and slowly nodded.
Mathias stood up from the living room couch, looking like a frightened puppywhen Lukas entered. Lukas stopped in his tracks, instantly worried by Mathias's expression. "What's the matter?" he asked, moving to rest his forearms on Mathias's chest. Mathias took the smaller man's hands in his and brought them to his lips.
"Lukas... I'm so sorry..."
"What... Mathias?" Lukas asked.
Mathias's voice was quiet and shaky as he explained what had happened. Lukas pulled back, his dismay plain on his usually blank face. "You... you got... married?" he choked. "Why didn't you tell me, I..." his face hardened into a cold mask, "I wouldn't have wanted to intrude in your relationship." Lukas stood back and turned away slightly, his fists clenched.
"No, Lukas, it's not like that--"
"Oh don't give me that, Mathias, haven't you done enough?" Lukas's words were sharp, but his voice cracked at the end of the statement.
"Lukas, please! It was an accident!" Mathias reached for Lukas's hand, but the Norwegian man jerked back.
"How is getting married and accident?!" he cried out and ran to the upper level of the house.
Mathias clenched his fists and pressed the heels of his hands to his forehead. He threw his hands in the air and gave the sofa a vicious kick. Amelia peeked around the kitchen door, looking worse for wear. "He didn't take it too well?" she asked.
"What the hell do you think?" Mathias shouted and sat down. "Sorry, sorry, it's just..." he sighed. "Hey, you don't look so good..."
"I think it's my monthly. Could you point me towards a bathroom?" Amelia asked. Mathias pointed down a hall and she hurried in that direction. A few minutes later she came back out and said, "I'm gonna head home."
Mathias gave a curt nod and showed her out. He returned to the sofa and laid down with a heavy sigh.
Matthias was sure things couldn't get any worse. But about three weeks after Lukas stopped speaking to him, he answered a phone call from a sobbing Amelia that left him stunned, unable to move or speak.
Lukas, despite his anger, was evidently concerned. He set a bottle of beer on the coffee table in front of Mathias's frozen form and stood for a moment, waiting for this fix-all cure to take effect. His brow furrowed when the Danish man didn't react. "Are you in a coma or something?" he asked coldly.
Mathias's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
"What was that?" Lukas asked, tilting his head. After a moment's silence, the words became audible.
"I'm a father."