How to handle a Buck
It's been hours of Theo running around and causing chaos around Buck's house. By the time Eddie and Chris arrive for their visit, the house looks like a series of natural disasters took place.
"Sorry guys. I completely lost track of time," he sighs when he opens the door.
Both Chris and Eddie's eyes widen at the state of Buck's house. Toys scattered on the floor, marker scribbles over the walls, building blocks lying all over, and Theo still zooming about.
"It's alright," Eddie says sympathetically. "Maybe you should go get Theo cleaned up and Chris and I can order pizza or something."
"I've tried everything, he won't budge," Buck murmurs. "I tried giving him a bath earlier but after less than 5 minutes, there was more water on the floor than in the bath."
Eddie's eyes trail over Buck's exhausted state, "Okay new plan. How about you go and get pizza to clear your mind a bit while Chris and I watch after Theo?"
"No, no, it's fine. I'm fine," Buck shakes his head.
"Well you look horrible," Chris comments.
"Thanks, bud," Buck murmurs. "Okay, fine. I'll go get dinner. But if there's anything - just call me and I'll come back."
"Don't worry, we've got this," Eddie reassures.
Buck takes about half an hour to get back home after grabbing dinner for everyone.
When he places the key in the lock, the house sounds suspiciously quiet. Part of him wonders whether Theo managed to lore Eddie and Chris into a plan to jump out and scare him when he steps inside. Who could say no to that cute face?
However when he opens the door, he's met with the last thing he expected.
All the toys are packed away, the walls are free of scribbled drawings, and Theo is sat in his pjs next to Chris watching a cartoon Buck doesn't recognize.
Eddie emerges from the kitchen with a sippy cup filled with what looks like juice.
"How did you-" Buck frowns, gesturing to Theo.
"C'mon, Buck. I've had years of practice," Eddie shrugs.
"Chris never acts like this though," Buck says in confusion.
"Who said I was referring to Chris?" he raises a brow. "I'm talking about you."
Buck narrows his eyes in slight offense.
"Narrow your eyes at me all you want, Buckley. That kid is exactly like you. And by now I'm basically a professional in knowing how to handle a Buck," he winks.