As Vincent held the photos for me I studied them carefully. They were family photos of Vincent, Bo, their mom, even a couple with Lester as a baby. Vincent's photos were with the mask off mostly. Missing an eye, scared on the entire right side of their face. But from the dates it looked like Vincent had been using the masks since he was about five years old. And the closer I looked I saw the scars starting to form on Bo's wrists. My heart hurt a bit. I always hated children being hurt. It caused a pit in my stomach every time. Vincent went to put the pictures away. Finishing the pie I put it in the oven. I shouldn't just straight out say that their mother was a bitch and their dad was one too.

"That'll be done in about 45 minutes. Do you have a timer?" Vincent nods and grabs one from a cupboard. "Thank you. . .Vincent what was your mom like?" Vincent looked down at the ground. "Those scars on Bo, did your parents cause them?" Vincent continued to look at the ground but nodded slightly. "Look Vince I know how relationships with parents can be. Especially abusive ones. When you're a kid you can feel like it's your fault for the abuse. But no matter how difficult a kid is, no child deserves abuse." I sigh and start making the chocolate cake. "Is that why Bo has that strange sense of obligation to your mother? Or the reason you do?" Vincent started walking around the kitchen. They couldn't look at me. "Vincent? You ok?" I go over to them to try and calm him down. Thunder rolled outside as I placed my hand on Vincent's back. "Hun, everything is ok. You're always gonna love your parents no matter what they did. . .and that's the most painful part." It's quiet for a minute. "Ah!" Vincent jumps at my scream. "What happened?" He asks worried. "Oh nothing, I was thinking about stuff and it was like my mind hand touched a hot memory stove." I shake it off and laugh before clapping my hands together. "Come on lets make this cake before we both get depressed." Smiling I go back over to the cake batter I had started. Once again there was the comforting feeling of Vincent's arm wrapping around me. As I put some chocolate chips into the batter I can hear Vincent humming some song. Starting to relax I pour the batter into two cake pans. "Hun I'm gonna need my arms for a moment to put this in the oven."

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3rd person pov

Vincent and (y/n) sat together at the table after cleaning up the kitchen. Nothing except for the sound of the radio and the occasional sip of tea. The Sinclair man couldn't seem to stop holding (y/n)'s hand as they waited for dinner to be done. The sound of the timer filled the room. Getting up (y/n) grabbed some oven mits and pulled out the pot pie and cakes. "Vincent sugar, could you set the cooling racks down?" They asked as they set the pie on the stove. Wanting to help Vincent did as asked. "Thank you darling." (Y/n) smiled and set the cakes down. "I bought some frosting that I was gonna stress eat but we can use it for the cake." (Y/n) laughed as they got the cakes out the pans. Once the cake had cooled enough (y/n) made a whip filling for the middle. Vincent stood very close looking over the baker's shoulder as they decorated.

"Something smells good in here!" Lester calls out as he closes the door. Rosie ran up to the man who was covered in mud and animal blood. "It's gotta cool down. Go take a shower." (Y/n) said as they finished decorating the cake. "Aw come on. I don't smell that bad." "Lester honey, you're filthy. But I'll make a deal with you. If ya go and take a shower I'll give you a kiss." (Y/n) bargained. Vincent has never seen his little brother run so fast in his life. He looked over at (y/n) and pointed to himself tilting his head. "You want a kiss too?" The young woman asked with a smirk. "Keep an eye on the food. I'm gonna go get Bo. When I get back you can have your kiss." (Y/n) smiles before leaving for gas station.

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"Hey hoe!" (Y/n) shouted down the grate. "Dinners done! I told you to come home!" Once again getting no response from the Sinclair brother (y/n) walked into the station. "You've gotta stop calling me hoe." Bo says as he sits behind the counter. "Make me. Now get going back to the house and get washed up." (Y/n) says putting on their softer voice. Getting up Bo stretched. "I'll take my time." He smirked at the woman infront of him. "It's still raining. Get to the house before dinner gets cold. . . Please."

Reader's pov

Muttering out a please I see an amused look appear on Bo's face. Honestly it almost flustered me. He was a really good looking guy. "What was that?" "I'm not saying it again." I cross my arms and Bo steps closer to me. Softly he takes my hand and holds it to his face. Bo leans in an inch away from my face. "Saw you and Vince holding hands." He tells me tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Continuing the motion he drags his finger along my jawline and lifts my chin. "You're real pretty. Especially the way those lips curve." Bo licked his lips and leaned in even closer. I was too flustered to move. With a chuckle he leans back and kisses my forehead. "Come on. I'll hold your hand this time." I stood stunned for a few seconds before Bo took my hand in his and we walked back to the house.

Getting my senses back I try to pull my hand away from Bo. "What the hell was that?!" My reaction only made him laugh. "Was wondering how long it'd take ya." He kept a grip on my hand as we got closer to the house. I eventually ended up laughing a little bit. Only ten minutes ago I had bribed Vincent and Lester with a kiss each and now I was flustered by Bo kissing me on the head. "Whats happening in that pretty little head of yours?" Bo asks as I intertwine our fingers. "You're good Bo. But I'm gonna get you back." I smile and kiss his cheek. "Just wait and see."