Kael’s POV
"It’s for everyone," Lucian added.
"Even if you didn’t say," Rafe already had his portion, after offering Roman one as well, and said, "Ro, we poor children can eat as well. In our childhood days all this was just a dream." He let out an exaggerated sigh.
Roman offered him an agreeing nod. "Precious dream indeed."
"Stop being a drama queen bitches again," Lucian muttered, annoyed at the two. "Get over it already."
"Okay, daddy Lucian," Rafe winked, unfazed. "Don’t scare the poor kids."
"Fuck off," Lucian grumbled under his breath, picking up his ice cream and settled in on sofa.
anwhile, Eira leaned toward Raven, whispering softly to him, "You can’t learn the bad words they say. Alright?"
Raven nodded obediently.
"Good boy."
She didn’t even attempt to scold Rafe and Lucian anymore — it was clear she didn’t have the energy. Instead, she focused on guiding her son, the only one she cared to correct.
Rafe scoffed. "Wait till you hear your mommy talking worse than us. She has a PhD in cursing."
"Shut up, you—" she stopped herself just in ti, casting a quick look at Raven.
"What? Say it," Rafe teased, raising a brow.
She glared at him, then looked directly at .
I understood imdiately."Rafe. Focus on eating."
Inside, I couldn’t deny it — the small act of her looking to for help ant more than I could express.
Rafe groaned dramatically and returned to eating.
"Kael, you’re not eating?" Roman asked.
"I’m good."
"You won’t lose your muscles if you eat sweets at least once," Lucian comnted, then turned to Raven with a grin. "Do you think Daddy Kael should eat with us too?"
Raven looked up at — and the look in his eyes wasn’t demanding.Just hopeful.Soft.
I exhaled quietly. "I’ll have a few bites."
Raven gave a small smile — barely there, but enough.
So I picked up the small dish of brownie. Sweet foods were far from my preference, but I forced those first bites down, swallowing past the unfamiliar sweetness.
The reactions around were imdiate — laughter, grins, amusent.
"Only a woman and child can make a man do what they don’t like," Rafe announced proudly.
"Eat quietly, or you’ll go back to those childhood days of only dreaming of eating," I warned, tone flat as ice.
Rafe shut his mouth instantly.
I could see others were smiling, including Eira, sohow trying to suppress it.
I sighed and ate quietly just because they were insisting.
Just a while ago this ho had sad and guilt ridden vibes, and now it was entirely changed. Now this ho felt like our happy heaven.
Once we had done eating, the rest of us moved to our things.
Rafe, the idle one among us five, sat next to Raven and they turned on the TV. They watched a cartoon of adventures of a young wolf kid with his family.
"Raven, do you see that baby wolf has parents, and then siblings as well. See his little sister and oh, and that cute baby brother as well?" Rafe asked.
Raven nodded.
"You also have one mommy and five daddies, right?" Rafe asked.
The rest of us around looked at them, knowing what Rafe was doing.
"Umm... but you don’t have siblings, right?" Rafe said. "Wouldn’t it be great if you have a sibling to play with you? The one you can take care of, love and protect just like our baby hero wolf?"
In response, Raven silently moved his gaze from Rafe to the TV and watched it for a while.
All of us looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. Eira sitting next to them seed tense to not get any response from him.
"If we have a little baby in ho, all of us will love him together," Rafe said again.
I went to Raven as if I could understand what was in his mind.
"Raven. Co here," I said as I settled on the sofa.
He ca to , silent and sothing going on in his mind.
As he stood before , I leaned forward and held his hands. "Are you worried that if we have another baby in this house, we will love you less?"
He looked at for a few monts and shook his head.
"Then, you think the other baby might be hurt just like you?" I asked, careful with my words.
Finally he nodded.
Damn! He was worried for so other child.
I patted his head. "That’s so thoughtful of you to care about others. But trust , if you have siblings, they won’t suffer anymore. Daddy will protect them just like I protect you. Love you and care for you."
"It was truly sad that you were not with us before, but the other kids we have, they will always be with us. And none of them will ever be hurt. Kids are not ant to suffer but they are ant to be loved by a family. We will do just that. And we will keep bad people away from them. Alright?"
Finally Raven nodded.
"So, are you fine with having siblings?" I asked.
The rest of the others watched us.
Raven nodded again.
It was ti to tell him that he will be getting a sibling soon.
"Soon we will have a newborn baby in our family," I told him. "Mommy is pregnant. That ans she is carrying a baby inside her."
Raven looked at Eira, who was anxious for his reaction.
Rafe said, "You can’t see it now." He moved his hand to Eira’s belly and said, "The baby is growing here."
Raven looked at Eira’s belly, which was flat under Rafe’s hand.
"Co to mommy," Eira told him.
Raven went to her and she held his hand to put it on her belly. "The baby is here, but it must be pea size. Soon it will grow and you will see mommy’s belly turn round. The baby will grow just as beautiful as you are."
Raven was silent, but his eyes showed he was curious.
"Little guy, don’t worry, we will see your mommy round like a ball as well," Rafe comnted playfully.
Raven looked at him.
Rafe picked up the phone and showed him an animated picture of a pregnant woman. "Just like this. See, there’s a baby inside."
Raven curiously looked at it and then looked back at Eira.
"It doesn’t hurt," Eira told him as if she understood what he ant. "It grows slowly, not at once."
Finally he looked relieved and handed back the phone to Rafe.
"How cute of you to worry about others’ pain," Rafe held him and pecked on his head. "You make feel like the most proud father."
Raven was indeed thoughtful and caring. Despite being among the monsters, there was nothing like them in him.
Maybe because his mother was a gentle soul and he took after her.
Five of us loved him the sa, without even thinking who was his biological father. He was five of ours son, and the next child will have it the sa.
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