No Strings Attached (Bro/Cal)

"I've never been around little kids b'fore" Cal admitted. "I've never been allowed"

Jeff was grinning. "Don't worry. These two love everyone."

"Do you babysit often?" Cal asked happily

Jeff nodded, still grinning. "Everyday."

"Who do you babysit? Are they a family friend?" Cal asked, bouncing in his seat a little.

"They're my little brothers." They were pulling into a daycare parking lot.

"I didn't know you had little brothers!" Cal grinned

Jeff parked and turned the car off. "Yep. Just the two of them. I'll be back outhouse with them in a minute."

Cal nodded happily "Okay!"

Jeff was leading two tiny, identical blondest out of the building not long after he left. He was smiling and chatting with them as they all walked to the car. The little one wearing the red shirt was teling Jeff what they had done that day as he lifted them into the car and buckled them in.

The blonde in the orange shirt was silent, clutching a juicebox in one, surprisingly clean, hand. His little anime shades, perfect replicas of the ones sitting on Jeff's nose, were smudge free and straight compared to the other blonde, and his hair was perfectly styled while the other's was flat.

The chatty little Blonde was drinking from his juicebox. He reached over with his other hand to his brother. Jeff checked on them in the rearview mirror before pulling out and leaving. "The little motor mouth in red is Dave and the little shy guy in oranage is Dirk."

Dirk tugged his little blanket out from under him before taking Dave's hand.

Cal turned to smile and wave at them.

Dave was instantly smiling and waving back. He pointed at Cal's head. "Bin!"

Jeff chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. He's Blonde just like us."

Cal giggled. "They're cute" he waved back at Dave again before turning forwards.

Dave was kicking his legs and giggling. Jeff was still smiling, checking on the boys ever so often. Currently they were at a stop sign. The oldest Strider was checking for others cars. Not seeing any, he continued. Out of nowhere a car came speeding out of no where. Jeff had to slam on the brakes. Jeff held his breathe, not saying a word with an angry expression on his face. Then, from the back of the car "Son of a bitch. "

Cal turned to give Dave a questioning look, looking concerned.

Dirk sniffled in the seat next to him.

Jeff sighed as he started driving again. Dave was giggling again. "David, we don't use those words."

Cal turned to look at Jeff.

In the back seat Dirk started to cry.

Jeff sighed again. "He picked up...a few bad words from me and Jo." In the back Dave was handing his juicebox to Dirk.

Dirk took the juice box and clutched it to his chest tightly.

"Oh, um, does Dirk do that too?" Cal asked

"Curse? Nah. Actually he hardly talks at all."

"He doesn't?" Cal asked

Jeff shook his head. "He's a quiet little guy. I know he talks to Dave. He just doesn't talk to anyone else."

Cal nodded. "Oh, okay" he smiled. "How old are they?"