Sleepover

Lawrence turned his head sharply, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Who are you sleeping with? And why didn't I know you were dating someone?" He paused, then his expression twisted further. "Wait... don't tell me you're now living together without being married?!"

Maverick sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We can't get married."

"What do you mean you can't?" Lawrence snapped. "You brought someone into your home, and you don't want to get married? What kind of nonsense—"

"You brought a woman home too, Uncle. And It's not a woman," Maverick interrupted, he sighed. "It's Julius."

The room fell into dead silence. Lawrence's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no sound came out. He stared at his nephew, blinking rapidly as his brain scrambled to process the words.