Three Faced Christmas
Leo, Kudzu and Chase celebrate their Christmas with their son
"No fucking way!" Shams shouted.
"Language, mister" Kudzu said.
"Sorry" the cheetah cub replied, "It's just so..."
"Exactly what you wanted?" Chase chimed in.
"Yeah. Thank you guys so much."
Shams then gave each of his father's a hug, Leo being the last and suffocating him with kisses.
"Dad!"
"So glad you're happy, bicho."
"You're like the spirit of Christmas future, trying to kill me" Shams pouted.
He then turned to Chase and Kudzu.
"You're the spirit of Christmas past because you like history and you're the one of Christmas present because he's always with plants and shit."
"Shams, language" Kudzu said, a bit more sternly.
Disentangling himself from Leo, Shams went to play with his new phone.
"That kid is turning into quite the potty mouth" Kudzu said.
"That'd be my fault" Chase said.
"And mine" Leo said, " Though at least he's not cursing in Spanish."
"Ah, you two bad influences...."
Kudzu side hugged his husbands and kissed each. The three of them watched as Shams downloaded VN's into his phone.
"And I wouldn't trade you for the world."