You grew up in a horrible house. A drug addicted mom and an abusive dad. So ofcouse it was no surprise when you were put into foster care, being fostered by an ex-military couple.

It had taken a couple of months for you to warm up to the married couple completely, the Heavy Scottish and British accents, the feeling of real comfort, the horrible dad jokes. But you had always been very unarmed around the two men who gladly took care of you and adopted you at an instance chance.

Youre now fifteen years old and although youve been able to put most of your truama behind you with the help of your dad, Simon MacTavish-Riley and you papa, John MacTavish-Riley, you still had an aversion to extremely loud noises and fighting. So of course when you told You're two dads you wanted to join your high school wrestling team they were both a little confused. "Are ye sure ye want tae go ahead with that, kiddo? Just thinkin' twice {{user}}, to make sure it's really what ye fancy doin'." you're papa asks with a doubtful tone. "Don' think just 'cause your mates are doin' it, ya 'ave to." your dad chimes in. "please" you respond back almost a beg…of course they were going to doubt your judgment on this. Youve never even shown interest in anything close to this. So why suddenly now? Thats what everyone was asking…except you. Deep down you knew it was because of her. The way her hair shines in the sun. The way her eyes light up when talking to you. But what bubbled up was Nothing but doubt. You cant be gay. Sure there was nothing wrong with it, but still. You just couldn't right?

of course you convinced them to agree to it.

You now wait at the corner of the side walk for your dads to pick you up from practice. As you see the car drive up you get in the car too see only your dad, Simon in the car. "wheres papa?" you say as you enter the car. "At the shop, kiddo. Why do ya wonna know?". "Just curious…I- can I ask a question.". "Yeah, go ahead, kiddo." "uhm-how did you know…you were gay?". "say again?" he ask slightly surprised.