Page 17 of Dybbuk's Detritus

Epilogue - Rurik

2 years later

I sit as still as possible in my recliner, afraid to move. It’s finally quiet and I just want a moment of peace to myself. I’d love a shower, or better yet, a hot bath. Fuck, at this point I’d be happy to shit by myself. It’s too much to ask for a good deep dicking, ain’t nobody got time for that.

The door opens and I inhale the tantalizing scent of my mate. Until he slams the front door shut behind him and calls out my name. I will miss him after I kill him.

“Shhh!” My hands are wavering above the arm rests of the chair, waiting for the twins to wake up. He offers me a chagrinned wince and mimes zipping his lips.

“Sorry, vydra.” Scooping me up, he takes my seat and places me in his lap. All is still quiet. “I take it your day was interesting?” He asks quietly.

I nod with my eyes closed, still basking in the silence. “They do not have an ‘off’ button. I’ve checked. And they do not appreciate naptime. I don’t think they’re mine. I love naptime. How can we be related?” I lament, laying my head on his shoulder. His long arms wrap around me, and I melt into him. I’ve missed him so much.

He’s been working with some of the council on a way to reach out to the Paranormal community surrounding us. To ensure that everyone knows we are welcoming and encourage those like us to seek us out. We want them to understand they may seek sanctuary within our borders should the need arise. After what happened with the dybbuk, we realized that many shifters, vampires, witches, etc. were unaware of their allies, living life on their own without a pack, coven, or family. It was important we rectify that situation.

So, over the last two years, Theo has been in charge of the initiative to spread the word, my parents serving as eager ambassadors. We’ve paired up with other communities like ours to keep the lines of communication open and hopefully, save lives, should something like the dybbuk strike again. Paranormals have always tried to pass along pertinent information, hence the missives I received about the murders, but we are establishing a more uniformly cohesive system. I couldn’t be prouder of my mate.

Unfortunately, I’ve been left to deal with the home front more of late. Which also means, our adorably rambunctious 22-month-old twins. Aldrick is our first born and an aleph. I pushed Allerick out 7 minutes later, our tav screaming his little head off until he was reunited with his big brother.

“I should be home for good now, little one. I’m sorry I’ve been away so often.” Theo rests his cheek on the top of my head, and I grimace when I remember I can’t remember the last time I washed my hair or showered. Carefully, I extract myself from his lap, much to his dismay.

“I desperately need to shower.” I lift an arm and sniff, nearly passing out from the odor.

Theo wiggles his eyebrows, “Want some company?”

“No.” I answer, flatly, not feeling sexy in the least. His smile drops and his eyes narrow in concern.

“Rurik, are you alright?” He stands up, stepping closer to cup my face.

“I am now that you’re home. What you were doing is important—”

“So is what you have been doing. Presiding over the Family, taking care of our children. You must be exhausted. Shower and take all the time you need. Are you hungry, I can make something for you? Or have Tilly send something up?”

“Right now, just a shower. I’m afraid if I take a bath, I may fall asleep.” I chuckle, he doesn’t.

“I love you, Rurik, with everything I am. You are such an amazing mate and partner and father.” He kisses my forehead, which is good, since I also can’t remember when I last brushed my teeth. It’s not that the kids are awful; I love them so much. However, they are energetic and by the time I get them down, after wrestling with them all day, I have just enough energy of my own to drop face first into bed. It’s only been a week since Theo left, yet it feels like months.

“I love you too.” I say through a long yawn. He pushes me towards the hall.

“Shower. Bed. I’ll rub your feet when you’re done.” I moan at the thought. That sounds nice.

“Yes, my aleph.” I mutter, walking like a zombie to the bathroom. I strip as I go, quietly shutting the door to our bedroom. I turn on the water in the shower and brush my teeth while it warms up. By the time I step in, the bathroom is foggy with steam. Fuck, it feels so good. I zone out as the water beats down on my tired body. My hands glide to my belly, maybe I’m pregnant again? Hmm, I’ll have to look into that.

When I reach for the shampoo, I can hear shouting, then my name is screamed to the heavens as Chloe barges into the bathroom. Completely ignoring the fact I’m naked and in the shower, she starts rambling.

“Blood of the innocent fill his belly, while the gelt of their sacrifice fill the coffers.”

“Chloe! I told you to wait! What the fuck!” Theo storms in, now it’s a party! Oh, and listen to that, the twins are awake to provide the music. I drop my head to the tile and close my eyes.

“It can’t wait, Aleph! And I’ve seen him naked, I was there first, remember?”

“We are Aleph and Aleph-Tav of this Family, Chloe, and you will treat us and our familial unit with respect, or so help me Fates I will make you regret your actions.” Theo grits out, his stance menacing as he looms over Chloe. I’ve never seen him so fierce before…my dick takes notice, rallying with great effort to twitch between my legs. That’s it, that’s all I have in me, a twitch.

Yup, I’m probably pregnant. The first couple of weeks are rough with fatigue and decreased sex drive, then the following six weeks is copulation city. I figure I’ve got a few days left before I reach that point.

“I apologize, Avot. I forgot my place; it won’t happen again.” She sounds sincere, showing her neck in submission to Theo.

“Theo, can you get the boys before Allerick takes flight and gets caught in the fan again?” I ask hoarsely. Theo nods before turning on his heel.

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