I'm in work. So is Soren and Atila. All of us working the money and being happy.

I would buy them everything, but I also don't want them to be spoiled. I think it's good if they work something out and I give them the rest.

Sometimes I wish Soren was like Atila and just saw how much this is a good idea, but then I realize it wouldn't the Soren I like.

I like his humbleness and that he doesn't take it for granted. I'm not saying Atila is, but I think he is enjoying suddenly having a good money income.

**

I take them both on a dinner to restaurant. It's a five star one because I can't stand any other.

I don't like screaming babies, having to wait an hour for meal and service that doesn't even know their wine options.

So, five star special it is. Soren of course tried to manipulate me into buying him the cheapest meal, while Atila planned on ordering the whole menu.

Both of them were shut down by me. I order for us instead.

"So, Atila, would you like to go to college?" I ask him.

"Oh, I can't. I have to work and help Soren."

"Well, I could help you, you know. You could go to college if you wanted to." I insist.

"But Soren would have to pay for everything and it wouldn't be fair, so ... no." he smiles.

"hm." I say annoyed, "but if you went to college, which one would it be?"

"I will not go to college."

"Yes, but if you went, which one would it be?"

He sighs and looks at Soren. He is looking down onto his lap. "I guess design."

"Design is nice." I smile.

"Yeah." He coughs.

"And you Soren. Which college were you studying?"

"Oh, I don't even ... remember." He shakes his head.

"Literature and writing. Soren always wanted to be a writer." Atila says happily.

"Atila." Soren frowns at him.

"What? It's true. It was your dream since like you were ten."

"Well, it's not anymore."

So writer and designer. Those are nice things.

"Okay, but you could still study and work you know?"

"Yeah but then it would get too messy and we would either not put energy into one or the other."

I shrug. "I studied college while working. It worked out fine for me."

"Yeah, but you are rich." Soren mentions.

"Right, you are right. My family is rich. My mother, father and grandparents are millionaires. So are my siblings, cousins and ... me. We are all millionaires."

Atila's jaw drops. "For real?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Must be nice."

"Well, you saw my house. You could have been living with me if someone didn't protest." I look at Soren.

"You never asked me to move into your house." He frows.

"True, because I know you answer."

"Yeah, I also know Soren's answer." Atila gives him a look.

"We are boyfriends, okay?" he looks at me and then his brother.

"Is that the problem? Boyfriends. Okay, then from now on you are my boyfriend." I take his hand.

"What?" Soren says shocked.

"Yes. Atila what do you think?"

"I think you should be a couple." He agrees.

"See, we have his blessings."

"Wait,, you can't just ask me a thing like this!"

"I'm not asking baby. I'm telling it to you." I smirk.

"What if I don't want to be ?"

"Why would you not want to be?" Atila says annoyed.

"Why not baby?" I raise a brow.

"Well, I've never had a boyfriend." Soren says blushing.

"Yes, you did. What about " Atila mentions.

"he wasn't my boyfriend, he was in the closet."

"And ?"

"He didn't want anything serious."

""

"He just used me because I'm cute."

"Hm." Atila things. "Okay, he never had a boyfriend, but I think you are good first choice." He looks at me.

I nod. "I agree and I will be a good first boyfriend slash husband."

"Husband?" Soren almost chokes out.

"Too soon? Sorry." I sip on my wine.

"What do you mean too soon? What husband? Atila, husband?"

Atila holds his head and shakes it. "Just say yes, you idiot."

"To what?"

"Being his boyfriend."

"Being my boyfriend, baby. Please. It's two against one."

"I ..."

"I'll be better then that ...Tomás and Leon, or whatever."

"If you won't date him, then I will." Atila threatens.

"Huh? You're not even queer."

"Well, I don't care who I date. Just who ever I like at the moment." He shrugs.

I smirk. "Do you want your brother to steal me from you."

"." Soren frowns. "Okay. yes. I'll be your ... your-,"

"Boyfriend." I help him out.

"boyfriend," He whispers.

"Perfect baby."

**